fandomhigh | Care for Magical Creatures; Friday, Period 2 [ 01/09 ].

When the students arrived for their class today, they'd find themselves in just a regular old classroom. But not for long.

"Good morning, younglings!" Minsc, the very large fellow with the scars and the armour and the tattoos and...the hamster...greeted the students boisterously, pounding a fist down on the large desk in front of the blackboard. "Welcome to Care for Magical Creatures! I am your teacher, Minsc, and this is my companion, Boo! In a moment, we shall get started, but at the moment, there is something very important we must do first! These desks! They are evil! They are restrictive! Up! Up out of the desk and quickly, children, we must destroy them entirely and make some proper space in this room!"

"Up, up!" Minsc waved his arms to encourage his students to his feet and, with a great, guttural sort of battlecry, he lifted his foot and kicked it straight into one of the desks. It went flying from the impressive blow, toward the front of the room, smashing into a thousand pieces against the blackboard and settling in a small pile of broken legs and pieces.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Vanquish these desks!"

[[ ~~please wait for~~ the OCD is ready for battle! ]]

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"Ahhhh, yes!" Minsc nodded. "I remember speaking of your Questing Beast on the radio! Tell me, your highness, do the have good loot?"

"In my kingdom, monsters do not carry loot," he muttered. It remained a ridiculous idea. "Just... entrails."

"Which," Minsc pointed out, "can be good loot to the right person. Many apothacarists where I come from pay good money for beast entrails to make potions and salves."

There was a slight pause.

"I'm still waiting to discover a beast that has entrails to make that stuff taste better, blech."

"You might as well start eating rat for all the good it'll do," Arthur said. He made a good show of not looking at a certain rat-stew-serving idiot in the class. "But the point's hardly in the loot, is it?" That was protecting your people.

And, well, having fun. But shhh.

Hey, rat wasn't bad in a pinch, although Minsc had to admit he wasn't much of a fan. Rat was too much like hamster.

Besides, he was more interested in something else Prince Arthur had said, tilting his head in interest.

"Then what is the point?" he asked, in a way that clearly didn't disagree with the boy; it was proposed as more of a test for a look into his perspective.

"Keeping the people safe from harm at a creature's hands," Arthur said, authoritatively. Without a doubt in his mind. "Many of those who roam the land devour livestock or even the farmers themselves. They must be kept safe."

The only thing that Arthur's answer lacked to make it perfect was missing the use of the words buttkicking and goodness. Minsc couldn't help a smile.

"You've got your head and your heart in the right place," he said proudly; he couldn't help being proud at any sign of goodness in a person, "especially for a noble.."

"I'd say that taking care of the people," Arthur said, "Should be the first duty of any man of noble blood." At least he'd found an instructor he could at least agree with.

"Far too many of noble blood in my world," Minsc muttered gravely, "have lost sight of that truth. You make sure to hold onto it with an iron fist, or else I will come over and personally bash the sense of it back into your head."

"You have my word," Arthur said. Somehow, he couldn't take fault with Minsc's threats for rather personal reasons. They might have been tangentially related to unicorn-slaying.

He'd better. Minsc nodded, and then eyed Prince Arthur slightly.

"Since you appear to have considerable experience in creatures of a magical variety, Prince Arthur," he proposed, "how would you feel about helping out in the class a bit, as one perhaps more knowledgeable than the others and therefor of great assistance?"

Minsc worded that very carefully and precisely; Arthur was noble blood, and nobles got...touchy about certain words.

"I do have a lot of experience," Arthur mused aloud. It was probably a good thing, considering it all, that Minsc had not asked him to be a teaching assistant in quite those words. "Wouldn't mind doing a bit of sharing for the good of all."

Or preening.

"For the good of all!" Minsc agreed, lifting up a fist for the justice in the sound of such a phrase. "Thank you, Prince Arthur, I'm sure the class will benefit much more from your experience put to use!"

Yes. Minsc had dealt with maaaaany nobles, indeed.

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