Hold the snitch, why did the Gryffindor get the idea that this class wouldn't actually be about flying but rather, Hippogriff care? Merlin's beard, this so wasn't what she signed up for--or maybe it was but she'd been hoping for something that didn't keep everyone firmly planted on the ground because how depressing was that? For now she would tell herself the flying was coming at the end, that way she still had something to look forward to while she apparently tried getting this thing into the mini pool.

What was she to do if it didn't want do go in there? Make no mistake, she was getting mauled for no one and these creatures tended to have their own ideas of what they wanted to do with their lives. All the power to them and she'd try but she had to say if things got ugly, she wasn't forcing this thing to take a bath. Not even.

"Alright, how's about we move this brushing session to the pool?" She tried, even as she continued brushing along it's neck. "Come on now, this way." Lex began moving forward, gesturing for the Hippogriff to do the same. "Don't make this hard, I will stop brushing you." And so it would take her seriously, she eased up on the brushing a bit. This caused the Hippogriff to move forward, nudging away at her hand for her to continue. Each time it nudged she took a step back then another while it advanced on her until it was finally standing in the mini pool at which point she began brushing again.

That wasn't so hard, just had to know what it liked and take advantage of it.

While she brushed it's underbelly, she reached for the bottle in question and poured half into the pool. Definitely bath time.