#glumbumble

(pt. 1, pt. 2. pt.3, pt. 4)

This is a random thought, but you know how there are different words for different groups of animals. Like horses are called herds, whales have pods, wolves have packs, crows have murders, etc.

I think it would be interesting if the same could be said for magical creatures in the Harry Potter lore:

Like a group Thestrals I think should be called a Procession (as in funeral procession) because they’re associated with death and loss and watching someone die.

And a group of Phoenixes should be a Kindling because they’re constantly bursting into flames. 😂

Hippogriffs would be called a Pride because they would accept nothing less.

Thunderbirds should be called Derecho (fast moving wind/thunderstorm that occur often in the Great Plains of North America).

Unicorns should be called a Joust because the singular horn looks like jousting stick and males charge each other during mating season. 😂

Dragons would obviously have to be a Hoard.

A Demiguise would have to be called a Hide because they’re so good at disappearing.

And a Niffler has to be called a Robbery 😂 😂

And Trolls would be called a Cesspool because of their smell (which is rude, but very on brand for Wizards)

Boggarts would be a Terror.

Fwoopers (the bird thats song drives people insane) would be called a Babble. And non-stop babbling drives people crazy!

Crups would be a Scrounge because their scavengers and basically just little hyenas that look like Jack Russell terriers and are just as vicious. (Which puts a horrible spin on the Muggle-hunting with Crups if you know anything about how violent hyenas are.)

Basilisks I don’t think can exist in groups because I feel like the second they’d make eye contact they’d just kill each other. So a group of them would be a Boneyard because of the decomposed skeletons.

Runespoors would be called a Fork because of the 3 heads (i.e. 3 prongs) and how they can predict the future and see where there is a Fork in the road of someone’s life.

A Doxy would be part of a Massacre because they swarm like insects and their venom is deadly to any witch or wizard who gets bitten. And a group of Doxies settling in an area would lead to an entire village being wiped out in a mass killing.

And I know in canon a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch. But I propose that Briar would be a better word because if you mess with their tree, they attack you and try to gouge out your eyes just like briars have thorns that cut anyone who gets too close to the plant.

And Dugbogs would be called a Snare because they are ambush hunters & wizards who get to close will have them clamp around their ankle like a bear trap.

Also, I’m going to add that Ghouls would be a Ruckus because they bang on pipes when things are too quiet a group of them would make so much noise it’d sound like your house was being remodeled.

A Glumbumble is a bee-like insect that produces a honey-like substance which causes people who eat it to be lethargic and low-energy so they would be a Gloom.

A Kneazle would be part of a Jury because of their ability to detect and identify suspicious people.

And Grindylows would be a Gallow because they strangle their prey.

Zan insisted on running back to her room instead of bringing Chubs to class, leaving me waiting by the kitchens awkwardly.

I tried to reason with her (and save the time and trouble) by telling her that Professor Hagrid could probably identify it for her.

To which she promptly responded “Chubs will identify ‘imself to me when it’s time, IF it’s time, because honestly,” -she moved her bangs to look at me- “it’s really none of my business.” I had no retort for that, so beside the kitchens I stood until she reemerged.

We rushed out and across the grounds until we made it to the gaggle of students crowding the half giant that stood to be our teacher. The sun was setting, which gave the sky a romantic yet foreboding feel. Or perhaps it was merely because Care of Magical Creatures was always taught at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

I liked this class. I was good with creatures, and they were good with me. There’s something about looking into the eyes of something wild and having it accept you. A creature’s eyes were always truthful.

It was only when one looked at them with one’s own agenda that one would miss the bond. That’s when you get hurt.

Some girl screamed and a few young wizards backed up from the center where Hagrid stood. Zan and I only craned our necks and stood on tiptoe to try to get a better view. I realized that quite a few of the people I shared this class with were hufflepuff. Odd. I wondered if any of these scaredy cats were under Jerrica’s protection.

“Aww, c’me now. ‘s o’ly a lil’ Glumbumble. ‘s ‘armless,” came Hagrid’s pleading voice. The girl who’d screamed was far off from the group now with two of her friends flanking her.

“She’s allergic to bees!” The tall male beside her shouted.

I chuckled.

“ ‘S not a bee, i’s a Glumbumble. T’ey won’ sting yer!” He waved a huge gloved hand to beckon her back over. She seemed very reluctant.

With a huff, Hagrid continued on with the lesson for the rest of us. He held up what arguably DID look a lot like a slab from a beehive, but instead of the usual honey golden color, it looked to have dark brownish black goo inside.

“Glumbumble like ter ta’e o’er bumble beehives. T’ey excrete melanch’ly treacle ‘stead o’ honey.” He looked down at the Glumbumble hive and pointed at the blackish hexagonal shapes. He then looked around and a confused frown came upon his face.

“Well, now w’ere’d it go ter?” He turned around and a giant grey insect was hanging onto the back of his shoulder. Zan pointed, I giggled, most shouted. It did seem to look like a big sad bumble bee. It had the fuzzy butt and everything.

Zan stepped forward to try to reach and grab it off of him, but couldn’t quite make it. At this point the class was getting out of control. Students pulled out their wands, but couldn’t decide whether to squash it, swat it, or burn it. Didn’t they realize this was a CARE for magical creatures class?

Annoyed, I marched up to Zan’s aid and got down on all fours. She stepped on my back and tried again to reach. As she climbed on me, I looked out to the crowd. In the distance I saw that frightened witch crying between her two friends. Hysteria all around. That tall boy with her looked like he was at his wits end. He pulled out his wand and growled out some sort of spell.

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