She would have to fix the stockings, otherwise she'd have to send off for a mail order of some new ones. That would be a pain, considering she was in her final year and wouldn't need school stockings after this year. Perhaps she could just charm them back together.

But more pressing matters were right below her; Vaska. She was still looking up at Zhenya, her eyes flickering between the bottle and Zhenya, and her tongue occasionally licking out. Zhenya let out a laugh and sat down.

Before she gave Vaska the bottle, she gathered the baby griffin up into the blanket once more, and Vaska willingly allowed her to. Zhenya then started to tip the bottle into Vaska's mouth, and Vaska happily ate her meal.