Author's Note: I will take the opportunity to thank everyone for the reviews— and Sofa Girl for the suggestion. I'll have to look into the James and the Giant Squid pairing. "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", by the way, is available at book stores, and as it's for charity I encourage people to buy it. Today, however, I believe we shall examine the further adventures of Fluffy.
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Why Three-Headed Dogs Don't Date
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In a burst of adventurous feeling, a young thestral wandered to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Confident that, as usual, she would be ignored, the thestral, having smelled something, stepped out of the forest, staring at the lake and grounds and Hagrid's hut. Being young, she had not been strapped to the Hogwart's carriages yet, and so this was all new to her.
A deep growl emerged from Hagrid's garden. The thestral turned, startled, to see a brown beast crouched among the pumpkins, bristling and salivating from all three of its heavily whiskered jaws.
The thestral ruffled her batlike wings irritably as she regarded this strange thing out of striking eyes. She remained silent, wary, and as she watched him a breeze blew through the trees, playing a tune on the nearby water reeds in the same manor that merfolk would if they came up to watch. . . .
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Fluffy, with all the imperious manner of being a huge and ferocious beast, didn't like the idea of any creature, let alone one so strange as this one, being around him. He only tolerated Hagrid whistling, after all. He growled and bristled and demanded of it leaving. The thestral didn't understand his meaning however, and simply stared at him as if he were a spectacle.
The wind on the water reeds, however, began to calm him slightly. His anger cooled, and he stared at the thestral, noticing for the first time how odd and quiet she had been. Perhaps putting up with it wouldn't be such a difficult thing, if it was only for a little while. She wasn't being too much trouble, after all.
He sat down on a pumpkin, which squashed beneath him, and stared back at the thestral. Soon, it seemed to be a contest between the two, who could stare at the other longer.
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The thestral, however, soon tired of this contest. Her curiosity aroused by Fluffy's ferocity, and her courage by his calming down, she stepped closer to the barrel-chested, three-headed, strange animal. Fluffy didn't move, only continued to stare. The thestral, encouraged by this, moved ever closer.
Finally, they were almost touching noses. Both stared at one another, mutually shocked by the thestral's courage. Then she reached out and bonked Fluffy's middle nose with her own.
Fluffy stared in shock a moment, recalling dimly puppyhood. It was the only other time someone had bonked him on one of his noses. The memory was dim, but he responded to it by bonking the thestral on the nose by each of his three. Then his middle head returned to staring into the thestral's striking eyes.
The wind began to die down. Eventually, it stopped altogether.
The calmness that had settled around Fluffy broke up, and he responded to the thestral's nearness with a ferocious snarl. ...
Hagrid had to break the two of them up by grabbing the thestral and dragging her bodily a little ways into the Forbidden Forest, checking her over for serious wounds. Fortunately, there were none.
"Yeh have no idea how lucky yeh are," Hagrid told the thestral, setting her on the ground. "That Fluffy doesn't always know his friends, yeh know?"
The thestral stared strangely at him, as if she both understood and disagreed, then took off into the woods.
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Hagrid returned to his pumpkin patch, where fluffy was trying to lick pumpkin meat off of his rear with one head, looking around for more disturbances with another, and growling irritably with the last. Hagrid glowered at him from a safe distance. "That isn't how yeh treat a lady, Fluffy," he lectured his monster.
Fluffy looked imperiously away, the other two heads joining the one on a chorus of growls.
Hagrid sighed. "Yeh know, yeh ought to be nice to a girl. Mebbe yeh'll meet a nice girl dog someday an' have puppies. Yeh won't if yeh act like that 'round girls, though."
Fluffy's leftmost head turned to Hagrid, every pained line of it saying clearly: She started it.
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Author's Note: Neither my longest chapter or my best, yet I have discovered an important thing about love stories— in every one, the lovers must stare into each others eyes (Loki rolls hers). I do invite suggestions and constructive criticism, by the way. Until next time, Cheers! — Loki Mischief-Maker
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Why Three-Headed Dogs Don't Date
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In a burst of adventurous feeling, a young thestral wandered to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Confident that, as usual, she would be ignored, the thestral, having smelled something, stepped out of the forest, staring at the lake and grounds and Hagrid's hut. Being young, she had not been strapped to the Hogwart's carriages yet, and so this was all new to her.
A deep growl emerged from Hagrid's garden. The thestral turned, startled, to see a brown beast crouched among the pumpkins, bristling and salivating from all three of its heavily whiskered jaws.
The thestral ruffled her batlike wings irritably as she regarded this strange thing out of striking eyes. She remained silent, wary, and as she watched him a breeze blew through the trees, playing a tune on the nearby water reeds in the same manor that merfolk would if they came up to watch. . . .
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Fluffy, with all the imperious manner of being a huge and ferocious beast, didn't like the idea of any creature, let alone one so strange as this one, being around him. He only tolerated Hagrid whistling, after all. He growled and bristled and demanded of it leaving. The thestral didn't understand his meaning however, and simply stared at him as if he were a spectacle.
The wind on the water reeds, however, began to calm him slightly. His anger cooled, and he stared at the thestral, noticing for the first time how odd and quiet she had been. Perhaps putting up with it wouldn't be such a difficult thing, if it was only for a little while. She wasn't being too much trouble, after all.
He sat down on a pumpkin, which squashed beneath him, and stared back at the thestral. Soon, it seemed to be a contest between the two, who could stare at the other longer.
...
The thestral, however, soon tired of this contest. Her curiosity aroused by Fluffy's ferocity, and her courage by his calming down, she stepped closer to the barrel-chested, three-headed, strange animal. Fluffy didn't move, only continued to stare. The thestral, encouraged by this, moved ever closer.
Finally, they were almost touching noses. Both stared at one another, mutually shocked by the thestral's courage. Then she reached out and bonked Fluffy's middle nose with her own.
Fluffy stared in shock a moment, recalling dimly puppyhood. It was the only other time someone had bonked him on one of his noses. The memory was dim, but he responded to it by bonking the thestral on the nose by each of his three. Then his middle head returned to staring into the thestral's striking eyes.
The wind began to die down. Eventually, it stopped altogether.
The calmness that had settled around Fluffy broke up, and he responded to the thestral's nearness with a ferocious snarl. ...
Hagrid had to break the two of them up by grabbing the thestral and dragging her bodily a little ways into the Forbidden Forest, checking her over for serious wounds. Fortunately, there were none.
"Yeh have no idea how lucky yeh are," Hagrid told the thestral, setting her on the ground. "That Fluffy doesn't always know his friends, yeh know?"
The thestral stared strangely at him, as if she both understood and disagreed, then took off into the woods.
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Hagrid returned to his pumpkin patch, where fluffy was trying to lick pumpkin meat off of his rear with one head, looking around for more disturbances with another, and growling irritably with the last. Hagrid glowered at him from a safe distance. "That isn't how yeh treat a lady, Fluffy," he lectured his monster.
Fluffy looked imperiously away, the other two heads joining the one on a chorus of growls.
Hagrid sighed. "Yeh know, yeh ought to be nice to a girl. Mebbe yeh'll meet a nice girl dog someday an' have puppies. Yeh won't if yeh act like that 'round girls, though."
Fluffy's leftmost head turned to Hagrid, every pained line of it saying clearly: She started it.
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Author's Note: Neither my longest chapter or my best, yet I have discovered an important thing about love stories— in every one, the lovers must stare into each others eyes (Loki rolls hers). I do invite suggestions and constructive criticism, by the way. Until next time, Cheers! — Loki Mischief-Maker