Ella smiled at the new professor, her excitement growing. They'd be harvesting eggs today? That was quite cool and the sixteen year old was itching to get to the practical portion of the lesson. Facts first though, it seemed. Raising her hand, the blonde offered, "Professor, Ashwinders are born in magical fires when they are left burning unchecked. Their eggs, when frozen, can be used in a love potion." Or so she'd read...since the blonde had spent an extensive amount of time in the library since being back.

Sigh.

OWLs to prepare for and all that, yeah?