As dusk fell over the castle, a dark pair of hooded eyes watched the lights begin to wink on as the students filtered inside, one by one or in groups. Diagoras waited patiently, as he always did, until the grounds were deserted and the Professors had shut the doors for the evening to emerge from the forest and take the shadowed paths to the Hogwarts Garden. It was uncommon for him to be there, but it was not his first journey. The centaur had been hunting, stargazing and keeping the darker creatures away from the castle for well over a hundred years in the Forbidden Forest. He asked for little in exchange, and indeed, he didn't ask, as he felt it was his due to harvest some of the rarer plants that grew at Hogwarts in exchange for his watch. Not everything grew wild, and occasionally one centaur or another required more than basic herbal remedies for their ills.
The most potent magical herbs and fungi grew close to the magic of the castle, unfortunately, so he was forced to venture deeper into the garden where the Wild Patch tended their most precious perennials. Diagoras knelt amongst the bouncing bulbs and stroked the juvenile plants so that they wouldn't attack. He was searching for what grew underneath, in the shelter of the aggressive bulbs. The staghorn mushroom would be an excellent additive to his herb pouch. The centaur felt he was well hidden behind the bulbs- the largest was as tall as he was kneeling, despite him being nearly twenty hands high. He was, perhaps, not hidden enough.
The most potent magical herbs and fungi grew close to the magic of the castle, unfortunately, so he was forced to venture deeper into the garden where the Wild Patch tended their most precious perennials. Diagoras knelt amongst the bouncing bulbs and stroked the juvenile plants so that they wouldn't attack. He was searching for what grew underneath, in the shelter of the aggressive bulbs. The staghorn mushroom would be an excellent additive to his herb pouch. The centaur felt he was well hidden behind the bulbs- the largest was as tall as he was kneeling, despite him being nearly twenty hands high. He was, perhaps, not hidden enough.