Mischievous Niffler
Raven followed the crowd of students to the first lesson of the year: Transfiguration. As usual she was a little nervous but also curious about what they would learn. A pleasant smell was coming from the classroom, and when she came inside she was surprised to see so the wood pile and the vines. If she didn't remember that this was transfiguration, then she would think this was herbology.
"Morning professor!" And she stood behind her chair.
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