Her rat food wasn't working as well as some of the other students' methods for catching the furry creatures, but as far as low tech solutions went, it had attracted a handful and she hadn't gotten bitten in the process, so that was a plus. "Cou' someone cast one of them cage fings 'ere?" she raised her voice slightly, looking at the older students. One of the prefects, maybe?

And then Kitridge spoke, and her eyes widened. She might be able to keep a Pygmy Puff? That'd be awesome! She glanced round the room for one that was still going spare. "I'd like a bloo or re' or pur'le pygmy poof, if dere's one needin' an'ome," she announced to her housemates and the Professors. She only had puffskeins and ferrets here, and although she thought she'd able to look after them, she wasn't so sure she'd be able to find the food to support them in the holidays. Sometimes she had leave Oliver to fend for himself as it was.

... which was basically the point the Care of Magical Creatures Professor reiterated. Good to know she was ahead of the game on that one then, if this was some weird kind of game. And she'd happily help take some cages down to the barn, as long as there'd still be marshmallows when she came back. They were really too good to be missed.