Lily stood in almost a shock like state. Who knew an animal, even a magical animal, could produce a campfire without any fuel... or at least that's what it looked like to the first year. As the professor began directing the class, Lily reached down and grabbed her bag slowly before moving behind the professor... way behind the professor. The claw wasn't afraid of fire, but she did the typical muggleborn first year thing and didn't want to be anywhere near the campfire-producing, armadillo-like creature. So she moved as far away from it as she could while still being part of the class group. This didn't happen everyday, that Lily knew for sure...