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Care for Magical Creatures; Friday, Period 2 [ 02/20 ].
If Minsc was the type to notice coincidence, he would most likely find this very funny indeed. But, that morning, when he expected to wake up and go to class to teach about unintentional transformations into animals, he found himself...
...unintentionally transformed.
He'd probably laugh about this a lot come Monday.
As it was, though, the class would find themselves gathering in the classroom, Minsc already there, as a giant black bear. Of course, the purple tattoo on his head was still somehow there, and Boo was nestled quietly between his ears, so, if the students didn't recognize that it was him, he was very disappointed in them and would be convinced that they must have all had one too many hits on the head (that said a lot, from a man like Minsc) and were all terribly stupid.
On the board, Minsc had still trying to scribble something with chalk, using his paws, and got about halfway through something that looked vaguely like "Unintentio--" but gave up.
He roared at them a little, hitting his paw a few times on a space at the desk in the front of the room. Paw, paw, paw. This is where you papers I assigned last week go. And then he stalked over to the board, going up on his hindlegs, and started pawing the board too. Unintentio--. Unintentional transformations. It was on the syllabus. It was happening to their teacher right now. Discuss.
And then Minsc settled down, blinking his bear eyes at his class and waiting.
[[wait for the OCD please is up! ]] [[ Class Syllabus and Roster ]]
...unintentionally transformed.
He'd probably laugh about this a lot come Monday.
As it was, though, the class would find themselves gathering in the classroom, Minsc already there, as a giant black bear. Of course, the purple tattoo on his head was still somehow there, and Boo was nestled quietly between his ears, so, if the students didn't recognize that it was him, he was very disappointed in them and would be convinced that they must have all had one too many hits on the head (that said a lot, from a man like Minsc) and were all terribly stupid.
On the board, Minsc had still trying to scribble something with chalk, using his paws, and got about halfway through something that looked vaguely like "Unintentio--" but gave up.
He roared at them a little, hitting his paw a few times on a space at the desk in the front of the room. Paw, paw, paw. This is where you papers I assigned last week go. And then he stalked over to the board, going up on his hindlegs, and started pawing the board too. Unintentio--. Unintentional transformations. It was on the syllabus. It was happening to their teacher right now. Discuss.
And then Minsc settled down, blinking his bear eyes at his class and waiting.
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Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
Re: Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
"If there's any help you need," he started, then shook his head, and left the sentence with the firm and secure sense of an ending period rather than a comma.
Re: Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
However...
With a little bear grunt, Minsc shifted, gesturing with his paw toward a really terrible, hard to reach spot on his back that he just could not reach and that Boo was not being very nice about going back there and scratching it for him.
Re: Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
"You are not," he said at last, "Mentioning this to anyone," and reached over to scratch it.
He wasn't completely sure how he'd even understood what Minsc had been on about. It was entirely possible he was just touching a live bear that was flailing a bit.
Still, he supposed it beat a gryphon.
Re: Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
Minsc's furry bear shoulders relaxed gratefully, letting out happy little bear grunts as the itch was relieved.
He certainly hoped Boo was learning a lesson from this nice young man's chivalry.
Re: Talk to Minsc -- 02/20.
It seemed like the appropriate response. "Good luck, then," he offered.
There would have been another moment of consideration had Arthur allowed himself to dwell on the magic at work here and how it was clearly a dangerous thing, but in the interest of maintaining said stiff upper lip, he merely turned away.
He may have muttered "bugger," under his breath, though.