...miss you more than most...

[intro]


[rp info]
[applications & game info]
[game calendar]



[character info]
[bio]
[class schedule]



[threads]
[august]
[arrival at hogwarts] (various)
[morning tour of the grounds] (spencer)
[a new arrival] (shane)
[first staff meeting] (various)
[classroom request] (owl)
[first day of classes] (adam)
[personal book delivery] (william)

[september]
[the students arrive] (unicorns, brendon, william)
[end of first week party] (various)
[good company one afternoon] (puffs, spencer)
[puffskein aquisition mission] (pete)
[a small favor goes both ways] (mikey)
[small concern and book request] (owl)
[has anyone seen professor walker?] (owl)
[notes on puffskeins] (owl)

[october]
[curiosity regarding color-changing puffs] (william)
[gabe requests an assistant] (owl)
[spencer's concern on jon's absence] (owl)
[a quiet stroll in the evening] (spencer)
[lunchtime discussion on puffs. again.] (adam)
[no go on the jarvey] (owl)
[potions are not jon's forte, part I] (gabe)
[soul manifestation mayhem] (various)
[a cupcake, a house elf, and the beginning of the end] (shane)
[hufflepuffs and zombie house elves. also, an auror.] (gerard, spencer, maja, travis)
[potions are not jon's forte, part II] (william)
[last stand at midnight] (various)

[november]
[howl at the moon?] (adam)
[dragonhide gloves request] (owl)

[december]
[a decidedly unpleasant year's ending] (gerard, william, nate)

[january]
[a step out of time] (z berg)
[the center of hogwarts] (unknown)

Jon gave the owl the letter and a small treat, running the tips of his fingers over her head and scratching just under her left wing. She rubbed her head against his arm in response and then shook out her feathers. Laughing, Jon whispers a good journey to her. She nipslightly at his fingers before taking off. Jon watches for a moment, until the sound of scratching at his door sends him over to investigate. There's a plaintive meow as he gets to the door.

"All right, all right, I'm coming. Gimme a second."

At his feet there's a small kitten, a grey tabby, its white feet, belly and chin dark with dirt. Jon can see it's rail thin and tired. It meows pitifully again, and Jon squats down to scoop it up. The animal shakes in Jon's hands - tinytinytiny - and Jon marvels that it has survived this long. Inside this castle with all its secrets and traps, there's no telling what it's been through; Jon heard stories all through dinner and as he'd been walked to his room.

Running his hands through stiff fur, Jon finds that the kitten's undernourished and scared, but no evidence of any broken bones. Jon gently turns him over, cradling him in one arm. Okay, he's undernourished and scared. The kitten doesn't struggle, just looks up at Jon with wide eyes. Jon strokes under his chin and is rewarded with a quiet purr.

He summons a house elf (weird) that only flogs himself twice (really weird) before Jon has a washcloth, soap, a small bowl with a pitcher of warm water and another bowl, full of warmed milk. He pours a small amount into the bowl and gently sets the kitten down. Despite protesting loudly, the animal doesn't move; Jon pours some more water and grabs the soap.

He could use a scouring charm, but whatever connection he's got with animals, it always works better when he's using his hands and not his wand. Which is good since his wand has been in three pieces for the last two months and he just hasn't gotten around to getting a new one.

Anyway.

It's strange, this talent or whatever it is he has. His mother's voice echoes in his head, It's a gift, Jonathan Jacob Walker and don't you ever forget it!, and he smiles softly. Jon lathers up the soap, gently moving his hands through the kitten's fur. After a moment, he feels it. The connection. So strange even after all these years. He can see everything -muscles, bone and blood- but not like a picture, nothing so solid. Not like the Mundane x-rays they'd shown during his Mundane First Aid classes so long ago. No, it's like his hands feel the pictures, the flesh and blood beneath the skin. It's just weird, something he's never really been able to describe.

Another disgruntled meow breaks into his thoughts and Jon's vision refocuses on the tiny wet bundle in his hands. Jon laughs quietly at the disdainful look he's getting, "We're almost done, I promise." His initial assessment was correct, other than being small for his age and undernourished, the kitten's perfectly healthy. It's amazing really.

Jon runs water over the kitten's back, rinsing away the first layer of grime. A couple more rounds and he'll be good to go. He grabs the soap again, the fur sudsing up quicker the second time. "We'll need to figure out your name, won't we, little guy? I'm sure you'll let me know." Another meow, softer this time.

Rinsing the kitten off a second time, Jon starts singing softy.

we would be warm below the storm, in our little hideaway beneath the waves...

[letter from schecter]

Care of Magical Creatures

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday
1st (9 00-9 50)	H3 / S3	Free	Free	R5 / S5	R4 / S4
2nd (10 00-10 50)	G4 / H4	Free	G5 / H5	H3 / S3	NEWT (7th)
3rd (11 00-11 50)	Free	R4 / S4	NEWT (7th)	NEWT (6th)	G5 / H5
Lunch (12 00-12 50)	Lunch	Lunch	Lunch	Lunch	Lunch
4th (1 00-1 50)	NEWT (7th)	NEWT (6th)	NEWT (6th)	Free	G3 / R3
5th (2 00-2 50)	Free	Free	Free	NEWT (7th)	Free
6th (3 00-3 50)	NEWT (6th)	R5 / S5	G4 / H4	Free	Free
7th (4 00-4 50)	Free	G3 / R3	Free	Free	Free

Name: Jonathan Jacob Walker
Age: 23
Family/Blood: pureblood
Former House/School: Chicago Heights Public Schools, Chicago Institute of Wizardry, University of Illinois-Wizarding Chapter
Desired Staff Position: Care of Magical Creatures

( and so it goes )