#4 - Something To Spare?

"I'm taking Care of Magical Creatures," he responded, before taking another sip of his tea. For whatever reason, he liked the way the groundskeeper's brew tasted compared to the one offered in the dining hall during meals. He didn't know what it was. It tasted more authentic, perhaps? "It's one of my favorite courses. I think it's important to know how to feed, maintain, breed and care for magical creatures," he continued, lowering his beverage. Seb felt the same about plants, too. He was still completely torn on what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, whether that was to strive to become a Magizoologist or fill a rank within the Department of Magic. His father preferred the latter, but that sounded rather dull, though.

After another sip of his tea, Sebastian thought of Professor Fairburn and what possible lessons she'd have in store for him in the near future. It was always exciting learning more about the creatures that filled the magical world he lived in. He really wished his peers felt the same way, knowing that not all of them had enrolled for the course. He believed the class should've been mandatory, not an elective. "It's a shame that not everyone takes the course. If I were headmaster, I'd make it essential to the curriculum," Shores disclosed with a lift of his shoulder; a subtle shrug. He then gave Fang some more attention, caressing his floppy ears.

The mention of collecting some of the dog's drool at a later date alerted the Slytherin of the time. While Hagrid was referring to the potion's ingredient, it still reminded Sebastian that he had to get his access to the student greenhouse squared away. Bash took one final drink of his beverage, before placing it on whatever suitable surface was nearby. "I really appreciate the cup of tea, Hagrid," he started to say in gratitude, climbing out of the oversized armchair. "I should probably get going, though. I want to get back up to the castle before dark," he explained, leaning down to nuzzle Fang. "Be a good boy," he whispered to the dog.

Even though he seemed to be too distracted by his own parting words, Sebastian did register what was said about the Beast Reserve. He hadn't heard of it before. The more he thought of it as he prepared to leave, the more he wanted to sit back down and resume the conversation. But he couldn't. Not today. That would have to be a conversation saved for another time. But what about the Flupnis in the Rocky River? He bit his tongue, marching onward with his plan.

Sebastian grabbed onto the shoulder strap of his bag and sent the man a cordial wave, then smiled at the Boarhound. He enjoyed Hagrid's company, but would surely miss Fang most of all. He pushed open the door and looked at the journey ahead. It was going to be a bit of a hike back to the castle, so it was best he left now. Hopefully he didn't run into a Daymoth.