Post by JAMIE SAMUEL ROBERTS on Jun 10, 2017 2:59:57 GMT -6
Jamie landed almost gracefully onto the top of the Beacons. It had become much more easy to apparate when you had to do it four or five times a day. Wales was his final stop of the day. It was almost sunset, and the mountains looked beautiful at this time of day. Taking a moment to take in the view, he wondered why he didn't just up sticks and move closer to the dragons. Fixing his hair, Jamie made his way down the footpath to the reserve.
The pathways were busy with ramblers, enjoying the Welsh countryside. Some of them muttered greetings as they passed, Jamie just nodding in politeness not interested in their conversation. The dragons weren’t far from the path and he did enjoy the fact that muggles had no idea what was lurking through the clearing of the trees. Of course the reserve was enchanted, it wouldn’t have looked good on him if the Welsh Greens got out and attacked the public, many times he had spotted a random walker becoming confused and turning round just metres from the fences.
Today it was just a feed and a check up for the dragons. They had become quite used to his presence and his job was relatively easy with them. Saying a quick goodbye to them, he closed up the gates and double checked the enchantment. It had been a long while since anyone had attempted to break in to the dragons pen, but you could never be too sure. Reaching the path once again, he’d obviously stayed for a bit longer than he had expected. Sunset had been and gone, it must have been at least ten o'clock.
Making his way back towards the top of the Beacons, Jamie could hear noise from back where he'd come from. Hand in his pocket, he held onto his wand ready for any eventuality. He had to go back. The enchantment hadn't been triggered but it was better to catch them before it went off. He moved quickly, pulling his hood over his head. If they were looking to meet the dragons they’d have to get through him first.
He was a mage of two worlds now. Rugged reserve and slick marble Ministry. He didn't quite like the Ministry itself, marble being so far from his tastes - well, it was why his mother, though she understood his love of dragons, didn't understand why he couldn't polish up the reserve a bit. He liked raw wood, and open plains, and soaring trees. Andrew also liked his visits to the Ministry on account of the work it represented.
But it was good to be back among those shaded trees, the wavering heat of occasional dragonflame, the company of those who understood him, even - Andrew turned, hearing a rustle - JAMIE SAMUEL ROBERTS , wand at the ready. "Going to curse me?"
Post by JAMIE SAMUEL ROBERTS on Jul 25, 2017 14:50:58 GMT -6
Wand poised, Jamie was ready to strike. However a familiar voice greeted him. “Jesus christ Andrew,” he said, slightly relieved he didn’t have a battle on his hands. “Trust it to be you I almost blow to pieces.” The two men hadn’t seen each other for a while now. This was the way of dragonologists. One day you were tending dragons in the mountains of Japan, the next you were defending them in the Welsh valleys.
Lowering his wand, his body language softened slightly. He wouldn’t have said Andrew was a friend, but he definitely knew he wasn’t going to steal dragons, well unless he had a change of career. “What you doing sneaking around here? I’ve just set the enchantment around the pen for the evening. Not sure if you’re needed here at the moment.” Jamie raised his brows in intrigue as to why his colleague was out so late in the middle of nowhere.
Rather than answering outright, Andrew turned back to the clearing through which he could sense a few dragons. it was many years of experience, attuning his senses to the presence of dragons. "You ever take time to appreciate just how incredible they are?" Quietly he glanced over his shoulder at JAMIE SAMUEL ROBERTS. "You ever consider working off the res, anti-poaching work?" The man was good, naturally, with the creatures. An easy instinct, a surprising calmness when necessity and dragons arose. But it was a matter of curiosity and passion. For as much as they reveled in the prescence of the overgrown lizards, most mages held on to prejudices. It wasn't until you worked amid glimmering and mud-covered scales of green adn purple, red and blue, that one began to realize that most dragons lacked the quality that made their predators most fierce: malice.