Her bag significantly heavier than when she had left the common room that morning, Kurumi hurried down towards the stables wishing that she had the proper offering to give to the abraxans that resided her. Sadly, they only accepted single malt whiskey and there was no way that Twinkle, or any of the other house elves for that matter, would allow a thirteen year old like her to walk around with such a thing.

Leaning on the fence, Kurumi waited for Heather to catch up with her, and leaned on the fence. She hadn't been down her yet this term, although she had spent a long time here last term talking with Treyen. Her cheeks flushed a bit at the memory and her hands covered her cheeks for a moment in attempt hide the flush of pink. Kurumi then reached down for the small bucket containing some brushes that she had grabbed from the shed before heading over. Hopefully one or two of the black-eyed beauties would get close enough for her and Heather to brush and use whatever hairs they plucked for their assignment.