Okay, it was decided. Cadfael was one of the cutest animals ever… not that she would ever tell Duchess or Chestnut that… or even little Boom and Ana; Adi’s fairies. But really… Cadfael was just adorable; and what a name for …. Checkcheck … him too. In Welsh, Cadfael meant Prince, or so she believed. She was sure that was right, she would ask her Tad in her next letter home just to make sure she wasn’t insulting her gorgeous Griffin.

HER griffin. Yup, she hoped Professor Thompson didn’t expect her to ignore the Griffins now that she knew they were here. Hehe.

Okay. She continued to stroke the soft, growing feathers on Cadfael’s head, smiling as they reminded her of the griffin feather decorations on her own wand. What a coincidence hehe. See, her and Cadfael were meant to be.

Blanket. She could do that. Accio. Accio… She listened to Professor Thompson say it, and then repeated it a few times, trying to get the pronunciation right. ”Ach-io. Ak-kio. Ack-kio.” Frowny face, as she couldn’t get the right collaboration of syllables to sound like the others in class. OH! ”Accio.” She said, copying one of the older girls next to her.

”Accio. Accio.” She said, pointing her wand at the pile. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. ”Accio.” Guh! In a huff with herself and her magic, she held Cadfael close to her as she shuffled backwards the five or so feet to the pile of blankets. Luckily, she was close enough to them to be able to grab one by streeeeeeetching…. but she really wished her magic was stronger and she could do more charmed already.

Sigh.

At least Cadfael was warm now.