Majestic

[Roland Oddpick]

As Roland liked to point out, he had personally been invited to the day’s races. Well, it had been mentioned as happening in a letter, but at least he was on a letter-writing basis with Mrs. Scamander!

Upon his arrival at Hogwarts, the Care of Magical Creatures professor had made it his business to know the local creature-folk, and as evidenced by the genuinely impressive hippogriffs they had on hand, the Scamanders certainly fell into that category. Not a betting man by any stretch, Roland had made a beeline for the paddock the moment he stepped onto the grounds of the house, and was not surprised to see that he was not the hippogriffs’ only admirer.

“Truly so!” Roland agreed brightly, though in truth, it was a sentiment he felt about most magical beasts—he probably could have found virtue in flobberworms if he looked hard enough. “I think that one—” he gestured to one of the leaner hippogriffs towards the center of the paddock, it’s plumage quite robust in spite of its smaller size “—is quite the specimen. I’m not a betting man, but I daresay she’d be a strong candidate upon which to wager.”