Vickers pushes the door of the Menagerie open, his umbrella cockatoo perched on his shoulder. Right now she wasnt particularly frisky, so her trademark crown of feathers rests calmly against the back of her head. He needed to stock up on her supplies for the coming school year, and for some peculiar although not entirely unexpected reason, she didnt like any of the treats he's been giving her, which was strange since she's been eating them all of last term.

He neared the shelf of pet treats, his brow furrowing as he read their labels.....

Master Bugeye- who is no longer quite the bugeye since he was using less and less of those things on his eyes-- was getting a second chance today. Oh yes. She REFUSES to eat any of her treats when she had a distinct sense that she had to SHARE it with various creatures-- most notably those annoying pygmy puffs he's been bring along into the dorms all term. She after all was his FIRST pet, and therefore she deserves NO SECONDS from anything or anybody even when they were not technically seconds. The dog? The dog doesnt count as a creature much less a pet in her most righteous opinion.