After selecting some dragon hide gloves, baby jarvey feed (she refused to acknowledge that this was in fact chopped moles, voles, and rats because EW), and an array of cleaning supplies, Junia went round to the back of the small barn to where the cages, pens and stalls were located. She started by the cages, going one-by-one so that she could scan the names and creatures listed there. Hers would be around here somewhere, she was...oh! Junia Botros, that was her! Her baby boy was right inside here! Her very own baby jarvey. ...And okay, she was fully aware of the dangers of jarveys both of the insulting and biting varieties, but she was helping to raise him from when he was small. This was the perfect opportunity to test out the whole nature versus nurture argument.

After setting the cage down in front of her and opening the door a crack, the Slytherin took a moment to survey the inside. The dark and dank corner in the back stole her attention and she focused her gaze there, curious. It was because jarveys lived below ground, yes? That would make sense. Her baby jarvey would be most comfortable there.

After setting down her cleaning supplies beside the front of the cage, the fourteen year old reached in towards the back with some food. She shook the container some, deciding this would be a way to let the creature know he'd be getting fed soon, and then set out some of the food in front of her for the little guy to eat. Then quickly, quietly, she pulled her arm back and waited patiently.

...Suddenly there was movement in the shadows. Little black nose, black mask around the eyes, white undercoat hair visible on the face, and dark black hair over the remainder of the body. He blended so much with his dark corner that had she not seen something move, she wouldn't have believed he was there at all!

"Hello," Her voice was soft as she watched the jarvey baby, who was noticeably smaller than the ones she'd seen at the creature stores back home, munch on his food. He seemed to enjoy the selection and Junia tried not to cringe, just thankful he was eating at all.

Deciding that cleaning while he was distracted was best, the fourth year carefully grabbed her supplies and began cleaning up any waste that was left around the jarvey's living space. Fresh water was given, too, in case he got thirsty. By the time she was finishing up, her little companion was very close to her and she noticed how curious he seemed to be about her. Almost as curious as she was about him.

"I'm Junia, you know." In case he was wondering. "And I've decided you'll be Curt. You know, because you'll probably have a bit of a mouth on you when you're older. It's your nature, I know, but maybe I could teach you some polite words, too. That might be nice." She thought so anyway. And she also decided she'd keep these same gloves to work with Curt, labeling them and leaving them just outside his cage so he'd get used to her scent. That way he wouldn't be scared. Maybe he'd even recognize her in the future.

"Now Curt, I'm going to let you get some rest now after that meal, okay? I'll be back real soon to check on you. Easy now."
The Slytherin carefully closed the cage and made sure it clicked shut before removing her gloves and placing them near the door. "Sweet dreams."