Sam had eventually found a cage in which to bring her rat Ollie, but he clearly wasn't liking it. He was whining away, trying to escape by chewing on the bars. In many ways, Sam couldn't blame him. She'd been a bit dubious about potions class since the poisoning incident. Plus, Ollie had always been allowed to roam as he pleased, having been adopted by her as an orphaned baby; he'd much rather be stretched out on her bed right now.

"S'okay, Ollie," she cooed to her rat as she entered the classroom. Maybe she should have asked Dora if she could have brought their shared pygmy puff instead. "I'll let yeh out as soon as I can, I promise. I ain't gonna let anyfink 'appen to yeh."

Now where to sit that didn't involve being too close to an owl or a cat? Ollie wasn't afraid of them, but better to be safe than sorry. Oh, Rachel had her pygmy puff? Awesome! "Mind if me 'n' Ollie join yeh?"