It was after lunch and Zhenya wanted to check on her griffin, Vaska. Well, perhaps she shouldn't call it HER griffin. Zhenya hoped the little thing was still doing well from when Zhenya had left her, after feeding her and everything. Zhenya went into the barnyard stables and peered over to look for her Vaska, and there she was. Aww. She hadn't grown at all.

And look, the little griffin knew who she was. Her eyes locked onto Zhenya's and she came over to the seventh year, who picked her up carefully. "Hey girl," she said to the griffin softly. She gave her a soft pat, and let Vaska say hello by playfully clawing at her arm. "Let's get you warmed up and fed, yeah?"

Zhenya didn't feel the need to use as much magic today, being on her feet, so she walked over to where a pile of blankets were and wrapped one over Vaska, who didn't seem fussed by it. That was good. Blankets are friends, not enemies.