RP: En Route
Date: November 10th,
Characters: Hagrid, Thestrals and Buckbeak,
Location: 10,000 ft over the Channel
Status: Public (?)
Summary: Flying to the New Home
Completion: Incomplete
Hagrid weaved his motorbike between the Thestrals, checking to make sure there were no stragglers or anybody getting too far ahead. Thestrals were generally very disciplined about this kind of thing, but there were a few foals in the herd, and they tended to be a bit more rambunctious.
He had already had to dip into his reserve funds to pay for the sheep young Daisy had disemboweled in Normandy.
That little scamp! Thought Hagrid, smiling.
Luckily, he had his two most reliable, Flica and Azrael, on the wagon carrying all of his belongings. This allowed him to play nursemaid to the rest of the herd without worrying about everything he owend getting dumped in the Channel.
After cirling the herd, he was satisfied that everyone was keeping up, and shifted back to the center to cruise for a while. There had been a huge celebration at Beaubatons when he delivered the news of .. You Know Who's death, lots of toasts and libations, but he had been good (mostly).
And then there was Olympe... She had been upset of course about him leaving, but she understood that he had duty to fulfill. And quite frankly there wasn't much to do around Beaubatons with the Dark Lord dead. In the end she had insisted on giving him some things to "'elp im get eestablished", and assisted with the disillusionment charms on the Thestrals. And they did have a wonderful night right before...
A screech from Buttercup brought him out of his revere. As they emerged from a cloud-bank he could see white cliffs just ahead.
"Ha!" he shouted. "Hang in there boys and girls, Were almost ter ya new home!"
Characters: Hagrid, Thestrals and Buckbeak,
Location: 10,000 ft over the Channel
Status: Public (?)
Summary: Flying to the New Home
Completion: Incomplete
Hagrid weaved his motorbike between the Thestrals, checking to make sure there were no stragglers or anybody getting too far ahead. Thestrals were generally very disciplined about this kind of thing, but there were a few foals in the herd, and they tended to be a bit more rambunctious.
He had already had to dip into his reserve funds to pay for the sheep young Daisy had disemboweled in Normandy.
That little scamp! Thought Hagrid, smiling.
Luckily, he had his two most reliable, Flica and Azrael, on the wagon carrying all of his belongings. This allowed him to play nursemaid to the rest of the herd without worrying about everything he owend getting dumped in the Channel.
After cirling the herd, he was satisfied that everyone was keeping up, and shifted back to the center to cruise for a while. There had been a huge celebration at Beaubatons when he delivered the news of .. You Know Who's death, lots of toasts and libations, but he had been good (mostly).
And then there was Olympe... She had been upset of course about him leaving, but she understood that he had duty to fulfill. And quite frankly there wasn't much to do around Beaubatons with the Dark Lord dead. In the end she had insisted on giving him some things to "'elp im get eestablished", and assisted with the disillusionment charms on the Thestrals. And they did have a wonderful night right before...
A screech from Buttercup brought him out of his revere. As they emerged from a cloud-bank he could see white cliffs just ahead.
"Ha!" he shouted. "Hang in there boys and girls, Were almost ter ya new home!"