January 5th, 10:30 AM

Herding sheep always brought its own challenges. Sheep and cows have minds of their own and tend to wander places that even the best sheppard could deal with, especially if some cows were in the mix. They all wanted to wander to their own preferred places. Somewhere where the grass tasted better or where the sun was hitting just right. Regardless what the sheep or the cows were thinking, it was always a huge pain in the ass when they wandered into places Hazel hated being at. One of those places was being near Hogwarts, a place that Hazel rather not remember. Luckily, it was rather far way and should could barely make out the castle from where she was. It looked more like a blob of black and grey from where she was at but she knew what it was.

Deciding resign herself to her animal based faith, Hazel had followed her sheep to the grassy shores of the Black Lake, making sure they didn't wander anywhere near the water. Usually it wasn't an issue as the sheep hated water but one might never know with the giant squid. This meant that Hazel had spent several hours of her work day making sure sheep don't become squid lunch.

Sighing, Hazel watched over the mostly sleeping flock, leaning on her walking stick. Herding during the winter always was a chore. Early mornings and late nights. Taking a sip from her water flask, Hazel finally decided to sit down under a tree near the lake. "Maybe next time, I try to avoid Hogwarts." Hazel would mutter to herself, looking at the about 300 sheep that were either eating grass or sleeping near the lake.

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Morrigan Crowley

  

Morrigan wandered aimlessly around the black lake. Her dark dress and robes fluttered in the wind around her and from afar, she looked much like an expensive scarecrow; tall and thin and stalk-like. She had no real direction and her thoughts were turned backwards towards the past to an expanse of approximately two millennia. She was mildly surprised then to find herself surrounded by sheep. A lot of sheep.

More and more gathered, until she found herself adrift in a sea of bleating ruminants. One started to chew on her floor-length sleeves. She looked at it with a forlorn expression. Then she noticed a woman, a few paces away, with the staff of a shepherd. "Good day," she addressed her stiffly.

"Your sheep are eating my sleeve," she added. Then she was silent and looked at the woman with a contemplative expression on her colorless face.

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Hazel McPherson

  

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Hazel wasn't paying much attention if people were around. Usually, sheep tended to be skittish when they ran into people they didn't know. At least, that's what Hazel usually notices. It's one of the reasons shes usually avoided Hogsmead when she was driving around her sheep. It meant she would have to chase after sheep spread through a village. Not her idea of a good time. Which was why what was occurring was surprising to her. Maybe the sheep were in a social mood? Regardless, she probably should get them to scatter. Wandering over to the women, she gave the woman a apologetic bow before whistling. The sheep slowly started to wander away from the woman, going back to their grass eating activities.

"Uh, sorry about that." Hazel would mutter, shooing away a couple more sheep that hadn't trotted off. "Your sleeves should be fine. Maybe a bit wet. " Hazel wasn't sure what to say. She couldn't magically dry the sleeve. Well, she probably could if she had her wand on her, which she didn't. She doesn't even remember where she put it.

"Do you want me to move them? " Hazel would ask, tilting her head at the women. It was the first time she really looked at the women. She had a more eccentric look. Maybe she was some sort of performer? At least that's what Hazel would ponder.

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Hazel wasn't paying much attention if people were around. Usually, sheep tended to be skittish when they ran into people they didn't know. At least, that's what Hazel usually notices. It's one of the reasons shes usually avoided Hogsmead when she was driving around her sheep. It meant she would have to chase after sheep spread through a village. Not her idea of a good time. Which was why what was occurring was surprising to her. Maybe the sheep were in a social mood? Regardless, she probably should get them to scatter. Wandering over to the women, she gave the woman a apologetic bow before whistling. The sheep slowly started to wander away from the woman, going back to their grass eating activities.

"Uh, sorry about that." Hazel would mutter, shooing away a couple more sheep that hadn't trotted off. "Your sleeves should be fine. Maybe a bit wet. " Hazel wasn't sure what to say. She couldn't magically dry the sleeve. Well, she probably could if she had her wand on her, which she didn't. She doesn't even remember where she put it.

"Do you want me to move them? " Hazel would ask, tilting her head at the women. It was the first time she really looked at the women. She had a more eccentric look. Maybe she was some sort of performer? At least that's what Hazel would ponder.

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Morrigan Crowley

  

"Oh. No. No need. Your sheep can go where they please. As far as it concerns me," said Morrigan and watched the woman who seemed, so to speak, the guardian of the creatures. After she looked at her until she was satisfied to have seen all that was to be remembered—a young face and dark hair in contrast, a melancholic air around her, perhaps invested with some unknown secret—Morrigan inspected her sleeves. They were indeed wet but mostly intact. Sheep, it appeared, had very blunt teeth. "Who are you?" Morrigan inquired of the woman. "I have never seen you around here. I walk here many days, to think."

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Hazel McPherson

  

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"Right, thank you." Hazel gave the lady a small bow before gesturing to her sheep. The sheep visibly relaxed before returning to eating grass. Hazel reached out her hand to one of the sheep that was near her, beckoning it closer. The sheep complied, standing next to Hazel. Softly scratching her head, Hazel answered "I'm, uh, Hazel. I'm from Charlestown near the Aberlour. I usually don't drive the sheep around here but gotta give the grass time to recover." Hazel would nod, before adding "Nice to meet you...?" Hazel left her final statement a little more opened ended so the stranger could introduce themselves if they wanted to.

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Morrigan Crowley