July 24th, 1895 — Sanditon Resort
Thursday Meet & Greet
Thursday Meet & Greet
Herbert Fudge had, when alive, been a magizoologist—in fact, he and Nell had once been on an expidition together. Nonetheless, when she had learned of the nature of the event, the professor had been concerned, both for the well-being of the beasts broadly, and about parading them hither and fro for all to see. The last thing she wanted was for a hippogriff to attack the wrong person and be put down for it.
(Well, the last thing she wanted specific to this situation, at least.)
She had written Fudge to tell him as much, and he had been 'delighted', according to his letter, to hire her for the duration of the event to see to the well-being of the assembled hippogriffs. They were not so much a herd in the traditional sense: while some had come in pairs and trios, all were privately owned, rather than wild. This necessitated a series of smaller paddocks rather than one large one, but given their typical proximity to humans, made Nell's connecting with them easier, too.
Still, like all such creatures, they were never fully tame.
"I wouldn't, if I were you," she directed as an early spectator leaned against a post of one of the larger paddocks. "One should never turn their back on a strange hippogriff, even at distance."
