Post by Eileen Beckett on Jan 12, 2018 19:42:26 GMT -7
Eileen had transferred to Hogwarts awhile ago now and she was finally accustomed to the ways of the school. The Scottish castle finally felt like home and luckily, the girl was no longer getting lost in the corridors. She still thought the food at Hogwarts was horrid, but at least she had befriended the house elves in the kitchens, who knew all of her favorite French recipes. While food was important to her, she had mostly been concerned about continuing her education of Alchemy when she had decided to transfer. Beauxbatons was well known for Alchemy and in the years she had attended the castle, she had become fascinated with the subject.
Today, however, she was studying the subject Care of Magical Creatures, or rather, she was being a glorified babysitter to a runt of a kneazle. She was supposed to watch the creature for a couple hours and observe its behavior. The brunette swore Professor Ezra Beckett was trying to torture her or something. The cat-like creature had her chasing it all over the Hogwart’s lawn. ”Petite merde,” she huffed, as the calico sprinted across the grass again. It seemed intent on avoiding her at all costs. She noticed the creature was now running towards someone. Those brown eyes didn't want to part from the cat, but her only hope was that they’d be able to catch the kneazle for her. ”Please stop le chat!”
TRANSLATIONS: petite merde (little shit), le chat (cat)
Post by Loreley Comtois on Jan 14, 2018 18:46:41 GMT -7
The first month in Hogwarts was different from what Loreley had envisioned. It was nothing compared to the life she had in her old school and she utterly hated every single second in this damn anglais enfer. She hated the weather, the food, the lack of style, the people, the dense schedule and the focus of barbaric and unartistic practices. In short, she wanted back and she had told her father so already. Even if she knew that this wouldn't be possible. She was just on her way to the library when she saw something zooming around the courtyard, accompanied by a frantic yell. She couldn't understand a word from the distance and catching an estranged cat was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Unfortunately, it seemed that the new picked escape route would directly confront with the half veela. A girl, apparently the owner, shouted again and this time she understood. Just in time she swooped down and barely scratched the struggling cat. She would probably need a new top but this one was not very good quality anyway. " You got a panier or something ? She's not a happy chat here." Pleasantries could be delayed for a minute, getting an angry cat under control was right now far more important. Maybe she should simply have stunned her... Tag: Eileen Beckett Notes and Translations: anglais enfer = english hellhole, panier = (cat) basket), chat = cat
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