When the little niffler finally got to Ella, it began to sniff her as the other had done. She giggled, feeling the familiar tickling sensation. "That's it, nice niffler." She said, patting niffler number three on the head gently. As long as it just continued to sniff her things would b-

Suddenly the niffler looked at her as if she was a tasty treat. It waddled very close to her legs and proceeded to try and get up on to her lap. "Um-no! No, bad niffler! Don't-don't do that." It was no use, the niffler was on some kind of mission and couldn't be stopped! To make matters worse, the other niffler that was sniffing around her seemed to be angered by the attempt of #3 to get on to her lap. It began making a hissing sound. "Oh merlin!"