7: Care of Magical Creatures
April 2069

“’fessy Robbysah!”

Jessie Robertser looked from her blackboard notes to the smallest desk of the class. Her two year old daughter had climbed from her seat onto the desk and had somehow acquired paper feathers and eggs. It was usual for Elodie to turn this Beauxbatons classroom into an art studio, but her rendition of a Fwooper’s song was enough for her mother to frown.

Elodie laughed loudly and wiggled her nose.

“I’A FOOPAH!”

“Fwooper, little bug.” She smiled fondly and turned her attention to her students. “Five Fwooper facts on my blackboard in thirty seconds, and we’ll forget homework!”