So, her little griffin was fed and bathed, and now she was starting to get a bit sleepy. "Evanesco," Zhenya said, pointing her wand at the bucket of warm water she had, which disappeared. "Scourgify," she said, pointing her wand at the bucket and curving her wand into the 'S' shape, cleaning the bucket. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said, flicking her wand in the up, down, up motion, levitating the bucket up and over to where she had picked it out from. She wriggled backwards so that she could rest her back on the wall of the barnyard, with Vaska in the crook of her arm. Zhenya pulled the blankets up a little bit more to cover her. "Accio bag," she said, waving a half oval with her wand and summoning her bag, which was a few metres away from her. She pulled out a small teddy which she had charmed so that Vaska couldn't destroy it. She didn't want her griffin to ingest any of the materials. What if she choked? What if they were toxic? It was her own little toy to claw at, play with, and bite. Zhenya tucked it in under the blankets, then pulled out her old, battered copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard.

She had wanted to bring a small bottle of vapouring elixir to open in the barnyard, to help create a soothing, stress free, relaxed environment, but she didn't want the entire barnyard to smell of the pleasant relaxing scents. Besides, she didn't know if it would be good for any of the animals, and she hadn't asked Professor Thompson if that would be okay. So the bottle of vapouring elixir remained on her beside table, where she had been using it all year. It really did work to help her sleep at night.

Zhenya flipped the pages along until she got to her favourite tale as a child; The Fountain of Fair Fortune. "High on a hill in an enchanted garden, enclosed by tall walls and protected by strong magic, flowed the Foundation of Fair Fortune..." she began reading out loud to Vaska, in a calming and quiet voice. She always loved bedtime stories by her father, brother or grandparents, and now she got to give a bedtime story to Vaska. Zhenya looked down and saw that Vaska's eyes were slowly starting to become heavy. She looked so comfortable. "The three witches and the knight set off down the hill together, arm in arm, and all four led long and happy lives, and none of them ever knew or suspected that the Fountain's waters carried no enchantments at all. The End," she finished, and looked down to see Vaska fast asleep in her arms. Zhenya put the book down and carefully stood up, then places Vaska down to sleep in her barn, leaving with a quiet "Goodnight Vaska."