Hagrid didn’t sleep much, it appeared. if anything, he would stay up most of the evening, staring into the ceiling — the unknown, thoughts of emptiness swirling uncontrollably.
it didn’t bother him, it was something he was well used to by now.
head snapping in the - -
— door. He knocked on the heavy wooden door and waited for the gentle man to open the door. After a moment, he moved his glasses up his nose to see better.
Biting his bottom lip in worry, for all the thoughts in his head that lead him here. “Hagrid?”
- - direction of the door upon the quiet thump, the half-giant found himself approaching cautiously, though his state of confusion soon turned into one of concern at the sound of James Potter’s voice.
opening the hut door, Hagrid’s persona lightened up at a familiar - -
he was 𝒔𝒐 exhausted from the day he had just experienced, that he did not initially see the ghost pass him.
then. . . 𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖬; he was paralysed to the very ground he stood on, blinking, afore a wide smile formed onto his features, one that not even a beard could - -
- - Gave a shook of the head. ❛Er. . . No. Was a student, yeh see. Got expelled, it’s a long story. Now, I’m just. . . ‘Ere to help out Kettleburn. Say, I’m just about to go and feed the fairies, if yeh fancy joining me!❜
Vinda Rosier. . . Hagrid knew of the name, knew of the background. Anyone who didn’t, he would question their intelligence on history.
Most would be careful to publicly engage — or interact — with the heir of a malicious woman.
Rubeus was 𝒕𝒉𝒆 exception. - -
@cordialjumbo Fliss’ gaze shot upwards when hearing a voice, she hadn’t heard anyone coming her direction so she got quite a fright. She glanced at the giant for a few seconds, she’d never come across someone so tall before.
The Niffler in her arms glanced up at the giant chirping happily.
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- - With a cheerful smile, he payed more detail to her accent, French. He thought French was quite a beautiful language, he had met very little with an accent, minus the occasional Irish.
At her questioning of whether or not he was a student, the half-giant merely - -
Upon leaving a lesson early, Rubeus had the afternoon to himself before preparing for bed.
Despite being expelled, life hadn’t turned out so terribly as he once anticipated. Fortunately enough for him, he had a Guardian Angel looking over him, somewhere.
He was excellent - -
The Niffler was her own. She knew how to take care of them and give him the correct care he needed to remain healthy and happy. She also allowed him to interact with the other Nifflers that lived at the school.
Nifflers brought her comfort. In fact, creatures in general did.
- - ‘Em quite interesting. Yeh can’t deny that they’re intelligent wee things. How long ‘as he been hiding in your bag for, eh? Must’ve been hiding, I think. Can’t imagine many Professors happily allowing a Niffler, nor any creature, for that matter to be present in - -