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Saffron Starling
 Posted: Dec 11 2016, 03:44 PM
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Winter seemed to pass by in flashes strung along by the increasingly cold wind, bitter against her skin.

Saffron remembered winters well, actually -- it was hard to forget them in a hospital, where all of the cases of pneumonia doubled and tripled, and it seemed as though everyone had a cold or the flu or something minor that they were convinced was serious. It was the height of the year where the elderly were increasingly sick, and they seemed to be pried away from the world in waves, the kind where Saffron knew they lost twelve people in a night -- how unbelievable was that? One morning, twelve people had been alive, but by the time the sun had set and let the night in, there were twelve less people to take care of. She wasn't a stranger to it, but it was always a shock when it happened.

What else she remembered about winter seemed better in comparison, perhaps -- the ice, the snow, how pretty everything was when the morning had just crept in and the snow was fresh and untouched, and how Saffron had (almost) hardly wanted to step out of her front door for fear of ruining how peaceful it all seemed, though she had always been glad that she apparated to work, and only had to look at the snow from behind windows and never walk through it. She imagined that she would've slipped on some ice and ended up having to slather bruise healing paste on once she got a moment, at some point or another, perhaps in the cafe -- she remembered sitting in the St. Mungo's cafe too, with her hands wrapped around a scorching hot mug of hot cocoa, savouring a brief moment of peace that she caught in two shaking hands before she had to delve back into the chaos.

And that brought her to now, didn't it? Now, where Saffron wasn't in the hospital for the first winter in twelve years, but she was in fact sitting on a sofa in the teacher's lounge, slightly lost in the flurry of snowflakes that swirled around outside the window. In her hands was a mug of hot cocoa, a pretty little red mug that seemed to be the only one she hadn't broken before she came to Hogwarts. It wasn't quite the same here -- at Hogwarts, everything was cooler, calmer, and quieter. It was a difference. Saffron, somehow, still had yet to decide whether or not this was a good choice for her. Was she cut out to teach teenagers about healing? Or to grade papers into the night, or to remember which students were struggling so that she could pull them into her office? She'd never been good with emotions either. Or maybe she had, once upon a time, but things changed. Everything had to change, Saffron had learnt.

Winter didn't though. Though the setting may have changed, the snow still looked the same from Hogwarts' windows as it did from London, and perhaps that counted in some way.

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 Posted: Dec 27 2016, 10:42 AM
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Winter had come and so had parenthood, and suffice it to say, Josiah would have much preferred the little one come in the springtime. Winter was like rebirth, but in order for there to be rebirth, there had to be death. Green plants and deciduous trees shed their leaves, the Whomping Willow became still and dormant and people, well… people got sick. Sometimes they died. He was glad that he hadn’t become a healer for all the times that he thought about it growing up. Life was precious, and to think that it could start one morning and by the end of the day, a handful of people that were known and loved were just gone like candles blown out by the wind was heavy.

She wasn’t supposed to be inside. She was supposed to stay in the enclosure that he and Yale had worked so hard on for her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, it was more that she didn’t like being alone. Josiah couldn’t blame her, really. He didn’t like being alone either, which was why he surrounded himself by plants all the time. Lifen was different. She was sentient, at a level where most beasts might begin to toe the qualifications for being, and she was a baby.

He couldn’t leave her alone.

He hadn’t intended on disturbing any of his colleagues as he carefully herded her into the staff lounge, hoping that she would settle herself by the fire and sleep, letting him grade in peace and leaving the other professors to their devices. This was out the window when Lifen chattered and bleat at him, planting herself in the doorway almost stubbornly. The Korean man sighed, hooking his arms underneath her forelegs and scooping her up from behind, careful not to let her paws touch his clothing. It was then that he noted the sole occupant of the room, a newer professor that he hadn’t really gotten too acquainted with yet. “Professor Starling! I didn’t think anyone else would be in here, I can take her elsewhere if you’d like.” There was nothing like breaking the ice with one of your colleagues while holding a baby panda that was clearly growing moss and flowers as if it were no big deal. Sometimes he questioned why the Pink Lady thought hiring him was a good idea.



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Saffron Starling
 Posted: Dec 27 2016, 08:33 PM
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Saffron blinked, and then blinked again, her gaze shifting from the window to the people -- person -- in the doorway. She'd only been back for a few months, and she wasn't as familiar as she could be with her colleagues. Perhaps it was something about her inclination to withdraw from people following the worst break up of her life, or perhaps it was something that cut a little deeper and felt like she was tired of interacting with people. Patients had always been a little stupider than she'd like them to be, despite the positive and sensible front she'd always held up during her life.

She did, however, recognise this professor in particular. Professor Dorian, if she wasn't mistaken, and their paths had crossed enough times for her to remember him. Saffron was good at remembering people, like a tired catalogue of them tucked away inside her head, but today was hardly one of her best days. In fact, she was quite surprised that she was still awake. Perhaps it was the cocoa. She took another sip of it, noted that it was becoming more and more lukewarm, and glanced at how the cream had melted into a white soft surface, rather like an iceberg in the middle of her drink. It looked a little like the snow outside, as though winter had made its way inside to join her. Had she been bothered about the temperature of it, Saffron would've warmed it back up, but it didn't seem worth it -- cold cocoa was just as valid as hot cocoa.

"Oh," Saffron said, concentrating on the professor again, her gaze drifting down to the panda in Professor Dorian's arms, "I don't mind." It was an automatic response -- Saffron had never been one to be a nuisance to people. It hardly seemed worth it, and it was nearly time for her to retreat back into her office anyway. Perhaps she would've been out of the door by now, had her interest still not been caught on the panda Professor Dorian was holding.

"Who's this then?" she asked, leaning forward to set her mug down on the coffee table with a sharp noise. Saffron -- admittedly -- was not at all well versed in magical creatures (she presumed it was magic from the moss and the flowers) nor was she particularly knowledgeable about the goings on of the Hogwarts staff. Something about withdrawing from people, yes. It was hardly the best way to get to know other people, but there were only so many things that Saffron could deal with at once, and she assumed getting to know her colleagues was one of those natural processes that would happen over time, where they lived in the same castle and ate in the same hall, and frequented the same teacher's lounge. Hardly a recipe for staying strangers, wasn't it?

But Saffron was still a Ravenclaw at heart, and what was a better recipe for interacting with others than satisfying her own curiosity?

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 Posted: Dec 28 2016, 04:25 PM
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Lifen was not particularly pleased at being scooped up from the floor, her hind legs flailing for purchase. Josiah hefted her a little higher, his arms finding a more secure purchase so that she wasn’t just dangling. She bleat at him again, indignant and childish, and he sighed at her. “Really, if you wouldn’t be so stubborn then I wouldn’t have to pick you up,” he chided her like an overwhelmed father. This didn’t stop her complaints at all, not until Saffron was giving her attention. Josiah couldn’t help the breath of a chuckle that left him as he stepped further into the room.

“This is Lifen. She’s a year old San Xing, and she’s here from Yunnan because she’s a little small for her age and a little too reliant on the human researcher tailing her tribe,” he told his colleague. “I spent spring term with them not too long ago, and my friends knew that I would look after her, so she was sent here.” He had been in contact with the co-op every day for months preparing for this, and had even reached out to much older, experienced conservationists beyond Yale for advice on how to keep her healthy, happy, and safe. It was daunting, but such was the duty of taking another life in your hands.

Most of the Britishes wixes that he knew had only heard of these creatures as myths, so he wouldn’t be entirely too shocked if Saffron was one of those. “These guys, when they’re not cute and small like this-” he punctuated his sentence by setting Lifen down on top of one of the shelves that he already converted into a working planter- “Can clean up entire polluted sections of ecosystems. They were really monumental in Chinese medical magic, but a lot of that has been lost, so we’ve got people prodding hornets’ nests to see what they can find. In the meantime…” He trailed off, watching as sprouts began to grow up around her paws. “Professor Auger and I are taking care of her. Gonna try to help her reach her full potential and see what we can learn about her in the meantime.” Turning his attention from his charge for the moment, he offered his colleague a small smile. “How are you settling in? The first few months are usually the hardest.”


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