What’s that in the woods? Why, it’s a nondescript blonde gymnast!

[busty_robin]

Watch the right. You favor your right when you turn.Steph took a deep breath, and started a series of handsprings, occasionally aiming at one of the person-shaped outlines now covering a small circle of unfortunate trees. The outlines had red targets for fatal injuries, white targets for temporarily debilitating injuries, and pink targets for

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[battlefranky36]

Franky walked over to the woods, humming. Today, he needed some lumber, so he was going to punch over a few trees. And, hopefully, a monster or something would attack him so he could beat the crap out of it. While he was thinking this, he saw a girl jumping around, shooting hexes at trees. "Oi oi, what the hell are you doing?!" Franky yelled at the girl.

[busty_robin]

"Studying my charms. We are at a school." Honestly, this couldn't have been the strangest thing this guy has seen at Hogwarts. She put on her best grumpy-Bruce face. "What are you doing, interrupting someone's training?"

[battlefranky36]

"Stopping you from making a huge mistake! Think what would happen to the tree's wood if you hexed it! The lumber would be completely unuseable!" Grinning, Franky cracked his knuckles. "Besides, if you need training, nothing beats sparring."

[busty_robin]

"This is a school, not a lumberyard." Of course, most schools didn't condone fighting, but Steph was willing to let that slide.

"Sounds good to me!" She put her wand down and crouched into a defensive position. "What do you practice?"

[soggynotecards]

*Demyx, proving once again that the "no-apparation" rule inside Hogwarts also applies to dark portals, tumbles out of the trees. Having abandoned the official Organization coat as likely to cause comment, he is dressed in a blue Hawaiian shirt (stolen from Marluxia before he left), jeans, and black boots, because he doesn't own any other shoes. Currently, he's also wearing about half a tree's worth of leaves. He looks up at Steph.*

Uh, hey.

[busty_robin]

Oh god. The chicken was bad enough. Steph covered her mouth in horror.

"Please tell me I didn't just transform a tree into a person."

[soggynotecards]

*The Nobody stands, brushing himself off.* You didn't just transform a tree into a person. I just fell out. 'Course, I didn't exactly expect to end up in the tree in the first place... *He mutters something that sounds like "Stupid anti-apparation ward messing with dark portals."*

Anyway, I'm Demyx. *He holds out a hand.*

[busty_robin]

"That's a relief. Is teleporting in and out of foliage a hobby, or a one time thing? Also, when do they teach us to teleport? 'Cause sign me up!"

"Steph. Nice to meet you! Glad you aren't a tree."

[terrorofme]

First move after Sorting: find and get settled in Gryffindor. First move after getting settled: explore the grounds. And since the suit was not something he cared to wear all the time, Manticore was exploring in street-clothes. If anyone recognized Justin Sinclair, well... he'd have to deal with it case by case. It wasn't like his secret identity was the best kept secret ever, anyway.

Coming across the training ground meant that exploring was put on hold for a bit. "Interesting setup."

[busty_robin]

"Oh, thanks! It's-" Don't say attack pattern alpha, don't say attack pattern alpha "-extra credit for defense against the dark arts. No chickens were harmed in the making of this extra credit assignment."

[terrorofme]

"I suppose turning the bad guys into chickens is one way to do it." Chickens moved fairly slowly, and weren't that dangerous even with a psycho super in a chicken body. "What's the plan for the other targets?"

[busty_robin]

"Disable them, while avoiding physical interaction. Or the chicken thing, in a pinch." She smiled and stuck out a hand. "Hi, I'm Steph. Enemy of trees."

[themountie]

Fraser was just out for a run with Dief, in his civvies, when the wolf announced that he'd picked up the scent of... live chicken? "Surely you're mistaken," Fraser protested, but the wolf was already off running to investigate; the Mountie had no choice but to follow.

What he found, he had to admit, he was not entirely expecting, although this being Hogwarts he couldn't say he was surprised. Dief was stopped at the edge of the clearing, sniffing enthusiastically at what did, in fact, appear to be a live chicken. Fraser came to a stop beside him and sighed. "All right," he said to the wolf's dirty look. "My apologies." Oh, he wasn't going to live this down for a while.

Muttering to himself, he looked up into the clearing to see Stephanie there. "Ma'am?" he called. "Is this your chicken?" he asked, more out of curiousity than anything else.

[busty_robin]

So that's where the chicken went! Steph ran the edge of the clearing, and picked the thing up. It seemed docile enough. "I suppose so. Not sure how to change it back into a tree."

She held the chicken up to eye level. It clucked. "It seems pretty content, being a chicken." She turned the thing around, so that its beady chicken-eyes were looking right at Fraser. "What do you think?"

[themountie]

Fraser took the question in stride, leaning forward obediently to study the fowl. "...As far as these things go," he agreed after half a moment, straightening with a nod. "It doesn't appear to be actively complaining, at least, and I've found that it's quite difficult to keep an angry chicken contained, particularly a rooster like the one you have there." They could be nasty creatures.

Much like, say, half-wolves, like the one who was currently snickering at him. Fraser shot Dief a glare. "Yes, yes, I do understand, thank you." Wolves. Honestly.

[busty_robin]

"Maybe that's due to its tree-ness? I guess it's used to standing around. You said it's a rooster?" Steph looked at the thing again, but couldn't see a difference. "I think this is actually the first time I've ever handled a chicken that wasn't deep fried." To that, the rooster gave an indignant squawk.

Huh. She couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Does your dog mock you a regular basis?"