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Mad Eye Touz 
Aspen was quiet for a while, on the trail of a spider. She crawled and crab-walked, not yet ready to catch it but interested to see where it was GOING in such a hurry.
"Probably." West would. "But that's normal," she added loyally. It was perfectly normal to have favorite flavors. West just so happened to have favorite flavor of bugs.
Why HER? Aspen's spider hurried away while she paused to consider... that question. She actually looked around her, as if someone else that would catalog insects would appear.
".... who else is there?" Aspen asked aloud, but really... that was sort of a big, universal, inner question. Who else did West have?
Normal. The favorites? Dora supposed so.
She dug her hole slowly and carefully, until she reached a warm layer of soil that had a few grubs and worms. Those weren't what she was looking for, but the firstie took just a couple anyway.
Then she proceeded to fill the hole so the remaining critters could rest all the while waiting patiently for the older girl to respond.
"Um..." She gaped a bit, attempted to give a answer but somewhat perplexed.
Shouldn't Aspen know that?
".... Your dad?" She shrugged, and gently patted the pile of freshly dug dirt, clearly distracted by her thoughts. That was the only other family that West ever talked of to her, and the only friends of his she knew were first years. They weren't going to bug hunt for his safety.
Not without being asked at least.
"Not professors cause they'd just tell him to stop eating bugs." Truth. There were too many students to do this kind of thing.