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Ren Al-Sayeed

    (09/01/2025 at 15:12)
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Sunday, October 7th, 1973
The Menagerie, by the Kneazles
5:07am

During the colder months, it wasn't surprising if Ren woke up before the sun rose. In fact, he made a habit of walking around and finding a spot to read during the golden hour. It was one of the perks of being an early bird.

But setting his alarm to 5:00am in the morning was not something he was accustomed to. He was also not accustomed to physical labor at that hour either. But there was no getting around it.

It's what he signed up for. 

After making sure he packed a change of clothes and some extra supplies, he sighed heavily and mentally prepared himself for his walk to the Menagerie.


5:21am

Having made decent time on his walk from the dungeons to the menagerie, he moved towards the Kneazle encampment. This had been his task since about two weeks ago, and waking up every morning had been harder than the next. Luckily, the kneazles were probably the easiest part of the assignment.

Although the first couple of feedings had Ren on edge, the kneazles proved to be everything Professor Maddox said they'd be. Wary of strangers, but appreciative of the food being given to them. Two weeks ago they'd been eating while keeping one eye on Ren. The boy had taken the hint after the first few stares from the creatures, backing away as soon as their food was in place.

The two weeks had pass without incident, and Ren continued the feedings as usual. He looked forward to feeding the kneazles, and even started naming some of them in his head. Occasionally, he even muttered to himself in their presence, hoping that they'd become accustomed to the sound of his voice.

After 10 days of successful feedings, the boy had asked Professor Maddox if he could clean around, in addition to feeding the kneazles. He didn't like leaving the kneazles to eat by themsleves, although Ren was sure the beasts really didn't mind. But in that time, Ren was awake and wanted to put his early morning to good use.

That's when the poop came into play.


9:45am

Ren slammed the tip of the shovel into the ground, breaking ground and leaving the tool right up. He leaned on the nearest tree, and slinked down to sit on the grass, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was fifty degrees outside, but Ren had only a single layered shirt on with his sleeves rolled up. He looked at the black wheelbarrow next to him, his trust but smelly companion in cleaning the stables of the wingered horses for the last three hours.

"Thank god, I thought the poop would never end..."

The sentiment escaped his lips, as he remembered cleaning the pens out just as the winged horses first woke. Although they hadn't warmed up to him as much as (he thought) the kneazles had, they were more gentle and he's already been given the go ahead.

The beasts took that opportunity to wait until the boy cleaned the stables to go about their business.

And then the cleaning had to start again.

The boy rested for a while, letting the cool winds smack him across the face. they gave him life in every gust, and he appreciated the wind more so now than ever. Mostly because he was upwind from the collected pile.

He got up, putting his hands on the tree to climb his way back to his feet. The muscles he'd used were sore. Whatever he thought was sore before, he was sorely mistaken.

'Ha, SOREly, mistaken. Haha..owww..'

He grabbed the shovel, beginning to start the last of his job in carrying and storing all the tools. Just then, for the first time this Sunday morning, he saw his first human of the day.

* Morgan Barlowe

    (12/01/2025 at 07:03)
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Morgan was really excited. Sundays were for her and Maddox, and she had quickly gotten very protective over that fact. She wouldn’t admit it, but she loved the grumpy, sleepy man who was now also her professor. It was wild - she had no idea when she turned eleven that her life would change so much, but she was grateful it had.

Spotting someone off in the Menagerie, the little girl made her way over to him. He was picking up a lot of tools - shovels and things - clearly ready to return them to their places. She looked over at the winged horses, then back at him.

“Oh, you’re the potion-y guy, right?” Morgan asked, remembering him from the day she had fallen from the ceiling in the Gryffindor common room. She didn’t remember his name, though she’d seen him in some of her classes.

Morgan picked up one of the tools to help him. The sooner that he was gone, she was sure the sooner that Maddox would take her to Hogsmeade.
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Picking up the tools and organizing everything was the easy part. It was almost like a reward for all the work he'd done thorughout the day. Whomever'd come next after the morning shift, he never wanted to give them something to complain about. Knowing the students of the school, the Sunday afternoon shift was probably left to Maddox himself. Leaving a good impresison never hurt.

And then someone came from across the horizon. The girl who'd injured her wrist, who he'd come to know as Morgan, was slowly making her way here. Common sense investigations revealed her last name was Barlowe, and her penchant for talking about cats and being here on a Sunday morning meant that Professor Morgan was probably related to her somehow. He never inquired as to their relationship, but he assumed that much.

She definitely wasn't here for him, that much was for sure. Ren continued putting away the tools as she approached.


“Oh, you’re the potion-y guy, right?”


"Ah, yes..." He wasn't sure how to react to being called "potion-y guy". Surely there were worst names to be called. He'd normally be fine with presenting himself, but despite the cool autumn winds, he was now very aware of the flith and body oder stemming from his clothing. He kept his distance as he put down some tools to greet her properly, albeit from afar.

"My name's Ren, it's nice to see you again. Morgan...right? How's your wrist doing?"

He saw the girl helping put away some of the tools that had been scattered around earlier. He rushed to help pick up the heavier ones before Maddox came back. Merlin forbid Maddox think Ren gave his work off to his daughter.

* Morgan Barlowe

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Ren, that was his name. She grinned and nodded, holding her wrist up to show him that there was no more pain. “It’s doing a lot better, thank you,” she responded and curtsying for the older boy. She picked up another tool and placed it in its spot.

“I was wondering about the potions you told me about. Is there really a love one?” Morgan asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. She blushed a little bit, because the thought of a boy loving her was just too much for her to stand. “There’s got to be more out there,” she commented, grabbing another tool.
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"Is there really a love one?"

Ren looked at her, wide-eyed bambi, who was talking about love potions. From what he'd heard and the little he'd seen, the intended target if she ever had a love potion was quite obvious. It wasn't like Ren hadn't thought about the use of such a thing, but he quickly wiped it from his mind. And that was before remembering she'd probably be able to sense that coming a mile away.

That's Iris for you, incredible diviner extraordinare.

"Yeah, there are a lot of cool potions out there. In fact, there's one that even grows out your hair really fast, or one that makes you invisble." The boy finished arranging all the tools, nodding in thanks to the quarter-cat girl who had helped him arrange a few herself. He kept his distance, still wary of his smell.

"If you'd like, one of these days I can..." his thought process was quickly interrupted by remembering who he was talking to. The girl herself was harmless, but then he thought about who surrounded her. She got led astray by Max, and obsessed over Benji. Moreover, if he did anything even slightly question or rule-breaky around the girl and the word got out, he feared what Maddox would do.

"I can...show you my potions...textbook?"

* Morgan Barlowe

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"Yeah, there are a lot of cool potions out there. In fact, there's one that even grows out your hair really fast, or one that makes you invisble."

Morgan’s wide eyes grew even wider at the idea of being invisible. She could sneak around anywhere if no one could see her! But how would she become visible again? What if she got stuck that way? That’d be no good.

"If you'd like, one of these days I can...I can...show you my potions...textbook?"

Morgan grinned and nodded. She wasn’t taking potions, it wasn’t a class that Maddox had recommended she take. He had full control over her schedule (except for Quidditch, much to his dismay).

“That’d be great! But…” Morgan furrowed her brow. “If a potion makes you invisible, how do you get re-visible? What if you got stuck? And no one could ever see you again?” The thought was sad and a frown graced her lips.
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