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[professor-lungri]

@officer-judy-moon

Shere says nothing as the girl catches her breath. She clearly needed the moment, from whatever she had been doing, whomever she had been chasing.

But, then she straightens, looks him over, and grins. Ah, yes. Jun's cousin. That made quite a lot of sense, didn't it?

The Vaagh inclines his head, grin widening slightly, hand flexing on Saint's harness handle.

"I am, yes. Suta Khan. But most people call me Shere." He nods toward the dog sitting at his feet, looking between him and the officer. "And this is Saint. Typically, you don't see him, but I'ma professor at the university, as well. He comes to work often. Part of his training."

@officer-judy-moon

Shere, as he tried to do on the better weather days, was walking. Though he kept to a cane more often than not, he had Saint with him today, the large white and brown dog trotting placidly beside him, harness and mobility handle attached to him.

They were able to leave fairly easily through the crowds on Main Street, both because Shere himself was rather large and because people typically kept away from both a large dog and a working one, at that.

Still, a flash of a uniform catches his eye as he stops at a corner, taking a sip of his tea as he waits for the tourist throng to go by. He vaguely recognizes the young woman, but doesn't know her well.

When she addresses him, because Shere recognizes that he's been staring, the Vaagh shakes his head.

"No, not particularly, and I don't see why it wouldn't." All he'd seen was her fixing her hair, though he supposes she could have been off after someone or another. "Though I was trying to remember your name, Officer. We've crosses paths, but I'm afraid it has only been once or twice."

[professor-lungri]

@officer-judy-moon

Shere, as he tried to do on the better weather days, was walking. Though he kept to a cane more often than not, he had Saint with him today, the large white and brown dog trotting placidly beside him, harness and mobility handle attached to him.

They were able to leave fairly easily through the crowds on Main Street, both because Shere himself was rather large and because people typically kept away from both a large dog and a working one, at that.

Still, a flash of a uniform catches his eye as he stops at a corner, taking a sip of his tea as he waits for the tourist throng to go by. He vaguely recognizes the young woman, but doesn't know her well.

When she addresses him, because Shere recognizes that he's been staring, the Vaagh shakes his head.

"No, not particularly, and I don't see why it wouldn't." All he'd seen was her fixing her hair, though he supposes she could have been off after someone or another. "Though I was trying to remember your name, Officer. We've crosses paths, but I'm afraid it has only been once or twice."

All's Well | Open

It had been a fairly quiet morning up until this point. Judy had gotten herself a warm tea and patrolled main street, glancing around for any sign of trouble. The birds were chirping, but there weren’t many people around. Judy liked mornings like this best, where she could admire the beauty of Swynlake on her own time. While she loved the hustle and bustle and meeting people, she liked this too, where the sun was just coming up and the town was at peace. 

Or at least it was until she walked past Pixie’s and witnessed a person getting flung out of the club with a “and stay out you wanker!” from someone in Pixie’s who’d tossed them out. Judy and this stranger locked eyes. They looked Judy up and down and bolted. Judy glanced between them and Pixie’s and started after them, dropping her tea in the process. She pursued them down most of main street and into an alley before she lost track of them and sighed. 

Great. Another on the non successful pile.

Judy sighed and turned back around, stepping back over to main street to catch her breath. As she did so she felt eyes on her and she stiffened, straightening up and glancing up to see someone staring. “Can I help you with anything?” She asked, lifting her hands to try to adjust her hair a bit. “Everything’s fine here.”

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@agentgrumpy-gils

The first person through the doors is Leo. Shere isn't surprised, as the younger man's excitement was palpable. His dark-haired companion - Gil, as Leo had told him once he'd realized the man hadn't actually introduce himself - is polite but not overly emotional. That was fine, too.

"Hullo to you both. You both look like you're dressed for the walk. That's good. It can be a bit of a ways."

Leo asks how he is and Shere chats with him a bit, talking about his classes and the visit he'd had most recently with his daughter. Tiegan had cajoled him over with a phone call; he'd spent a whole weekend down with her, glad to see her.

"You want the inner tour first, or the outside?"

guided tours || agent tiger, ft. leo

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@exsgttibbs

Looking at her, Shere guessed she was maybe sixteen, perhaps a hint older. She looked like her father, but there were parts he didn't recognize, too. Her determination, however, seems all her own. It makes Shere smile, ever-so-slightly.

She sits but waves off a cuppa. Shere nods, and makes one for himself and her father.

"Well, alright then," he says, voice easy, as he goes about making the two cups of tea, listening to her speak all the while.

Shere answers as he brings Tibbs his cup, then seats himself across from them, limping slightly ( he'd forgone the cane for a moment, to hand the man his drink ).

"There are some early chances for practical field work in your first and second years of study. Most often, however, majority fieldwork is assigned to upperclassmen, as they've the background by that point in their studies. This is not to say that first and second years are unable to do so, but I require diligence from all the students in my program, particularly for these circumstances."

Blowing on his cup, Shere takes a sip. Then, he continues as he leans back slightly in his chair. "Working with magical creatures is a delicate balance of learning and respect. One cannot simply step into a gryphon's habitat without knowing proper protocol in the same way one cannot expect an unfamiliar pet to want you to say hello. So - yes, is the short answer, but there is significant work that goes along with it, though I hardly doubt that will deter you."

The children are the future || Sergeant Stripes feat. Tibby

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@agentgrumpy-gils

After the impromptu meeting between Shere, the young man named Leo and his quiet, dark-haired companion, he hadn't expected to hear from either of them again. Despite the fact that Leo seemed keen on learning more about the creatures the rehabilitation center housed, he knew that it was also perhaps being polite.

So, Shere is pleasantly surprised when he gets a call from Leo - the other man, he presumes, on the line, too, - and a day is set for the pair to take a private tour of the center.

Shere awaits the pair at the front of the center, near the welcome desk, leaning agaisnt it with his cane in hand. Though Saint was relatively even-keeled, the younger hatchlings still made him a bit uneasy, so in office Saint would stay.

guided tours || agent tiger, ft. leo

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guided tours || agent tiger, ft. leo

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@owlwitch-eda

From: Suta Khan (s.shere@prideu.ac.uk)

To: Marjorie Hanson (m.hanson@prideu.as.uk)

READ RECIPT SENT.

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From: Suta Khan (s.shere@prideu.ac.uk)

To: Eda Clawthorne (eda.claw.thorne@gmail.com)

Subject: I already filled out the form you c—

Are you going to be an arsehole the entire bloody conference? Why did she even tell you about it? You're not supposed to be here.

xx

Shere

All The Different Variables || Tiger Owl [Trope Extravaganza]

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@agentgrumpy-gils

Your students are lucky to have you.

Shere smiles at the words, the grin crinkling the edges of his eyes. "Thank you, both of you. Means a lot, honestly. I know better than most how hard it can be for out Magicks, so I try to at least make them feel like one bloody professor understands."

He knew, of course he knew, that there were other Magicks, other faculty affiliated with magic or creatures, or who held a fondness for them. Supported them.

But surely not everyone did, even if this was a Magick-friendly town. Shere had simply been lucky.

A chuckle escapes, however, as Leo tales out his phone and hands it toward him. He takes it, inputing his number before returning it.

falling into the season || swynopen

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@exsgttibbs

Shere had a rather interesting appointment planned for the day.

While it wasn't unheard of to get younger, prospective students wanting to speak with him about the Magizoology program courtesy of the secondary, this one ass a bit different.

Firstly, she wasn't even in secondary yet, though would shortly be. Secondly, she was the daughter someone whom he knew, from various trips to the hospital and seeing him about town, so Shere wanted to be able to give the girl his proper, full attention.

If she was serious - and it seemed she was - then she deserved that.

Still, when the little knock comes to the door and the Vaagh moves to open it, a smile on his face, he doesn't quite expect her to look as she does. Small, younger, but determined.

"Hullo, you must be Tabitha. I'm Dr. Khan." Offering out the hand that doesn't have his cane resting in it, since he doesn't have Saint's with him today, he shakes her hand and gives the girl a warm, friendly grin. "It's nice to meet you. Now, why don't we come in. Take those seats right across from the desk, there. Would you or your father like a tea?"

The children are the future || Sergeant Stripes feat. Tibby

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@agentgrumpy-gils

Takinf a sip from his drink, Shere finds him self grinning at the mention of the rehabilitation center. "I specialize in winged Magickal creatures, so running the program has been incredibly beneficial to learning about their habits and aiding their reintegration to their habits."

Nerdy? Yes. A favorite subject? Also yes.

"If you would ever like a tour, I'd be happy to do one. We give them tostudents, typically, but the town population also needs to be aware of the creatures, too, seeing as many live in their backyards."

The dark-haired man speaks and moment later and Shere turns, dark gaze looking at him for longer than a few seconds for the first time.

He nods.

"I certainly would have, so I hope they do. It is already difficult enough to be what people consider different, so I am glad to give them someplace to study."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@lou-bonfightme

Shere nods, a brow ticking up slightly at the accent.

He'd heard it, a bit, when the man was speaking earlier but the use of the term confirmed it for him. Still, he doesn't say anything, simply nods and offers a thin smile.

"Thank you, then." Hopefully that information would help get the paint out. And, if not, we'll he could get another pair. "Are you certain you don't need anymore help?"

Splattering in the New Year || [Open]

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@agentgrumpy-gils

"I'm the head of Magizoology," he says, voice dropping slightly, his gaze drifting to the people around them.

Strangers took to his profession in a handful of ways, but the most common was fascination or revulsion. He had time for the former and not the latter and, while he did not believe the man's curiosity was harmful, it still left Shere a bit wary.

The next question comes and he nods, reaching for his drink and taking a sip before sitting the to-go cup back onto the table, fingers playing with the edges of the cup sleeve. "Almost ten years, technically seven, I think." It was, perhaps, closer to eight now, but between lecture, seminars out of country, phoning and visiting Tiegan, and his volunteering about town, Shere had kept himself busy.

Enough so he wasn't...lonely, though sometimes he missed, well, people. On occasion. Vaagh were fairly solitary but he had grown used to the presence of his daughter, the handful of friends he'd had.

"But the students are, well, students. Young people looking to learn. Some try to come into the course and be hostile towards their Magick peers; they don't stay, nor do I allow them to. I'm a Magick myself. I don't stand for it."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@lou-bonfightme

The tone made the Tiger want to bristle but the Man just grinNed and chuckled and looked down at his turned out leg once more.

"As I said, I'll do them once I head to university. I assume the paint is an acrylic-base?"

Splattering in the New Year || [Open]

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@agentgrumpy-gils

The genuine-sounding interest in the man's voice was rather adorable, if that was even that correct word to use. The man was rather nice to a stranger, all things considering, especially with his silent companion sitting there.

Leaning back a bit in his seat, Shere offers the man a smile, dimpling out the left side of his face.

"About two, maybe three years. Dunno, exactly but I think it's closer to the former. I've trained him up a bit myself, but we've had decent success with it all, despite it being alow going. I can't do it all the time," he explains, gesturing down the road, "as I'm an instructor at the university."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@lou-bonfightme

With a hum, Shere steps back so the man can get down off his ladder, feeling distinctly like he's watching the caricature of a man who thought he was a king come down off his throne dias.

Still, the Vaagh watches, even as the man negates his question, saying he will not fall. The palette, however, certainly had. It was no hard feat to assume the man would, as well, if he truly was just a man.

The scent of him said otherwise, but Shere was polite enough not to comment upon it, even if it smelled vaguely of wet dog.

"It is alright," he finally says, turning his leg out slightly to get a better look at the damage. "I suppose they can be dabbed at once I get ti the university. Dry cleaning will have to get the rest."

And if they couldn't, well, Shere had another similar pair, and Tiegan was always trying to get him into 'more fashionable' wear. This would be the perfect opportunity for his wayward, though well-meaning, daughter to strike.

Splattering in the New Year || [Open]

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@lou-bonfightme

Despite it being 'freeze your bloody tits off' cold today, Shere had chosen to walk to campus, cane in hand and messenger bag slung onto his right side, over a shoulder. He was clad in coat, slacks, scarf and mittens with a pair of solid winter boots for the snow.

He and his Tiger both almost always hated the cold, and only marginally tolerated the snow; both because he'd grown up in far warmer climes and, as such, had had such a terrible experience adjusting to the dreary English weather once he'd immigrated as a boy, and because every part of his body ached from it.

Now, one would think a car would be far easier, but travel was stunted on the roads, and Shere would rather maneuver himself through a handful of tourists gawking at moving roads and restaurants than their blaring car horns as it took him thirty minutes to make it down and over a few blocks. No, he'd much rather take his chances out on the sidewalk and streets.

A clattering dragged him from his thoughts and, frowning, the Vaagh turns toward the sound in time to tell two things: one, it was a paint palette, and a rarher large one at that, and two, the paint had splattered across the sidewalk, up his shoes and trouser leg, and over part of the lower mural the man was working on.

Shere sighs, checking his watch, and glances up at the man. The scent of him smelled different, smelled Magick, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand straighter, thiugh he was neither afraid of nor hostile toward the artist. Instead, he lifts a brow, and cocks his head to the side.

"You're not in danger of falling are you?"

Splattering in the New Year || [Open]

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