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SilverTiger · 06-17-2017, 01:14 AM

From the second Professor Wayland had announced that they could care for baby creatures, Stasya had been all over the idea. Besides, she had already decided she was going to spend as much time out at the barn as she possibly could since she wasn’t allowed to have Dobby with her in Gryffindor tower. It was going to be like when she’d first adopted the squirrel all over again, and obviously she’d done a good job taking care of Dobby. She figured that should’ve convinced the professor she could handle a bigger creature. But she had been assigned a puffskein, so she was determined to do the best job taking care of him and then maybe if there were other babies that hadn’t been assigned, he’d let her help with those too. That was her plan, but first, she needed to meet her puffskein.

Heading down to the nursery, she wandered through all the cages until she found the one with her name on it. The one with the tiny little custardy fuzzball rolling around inside it, and she grinned at the sight. He was so tiny. He looked littler than Dobby was, maybe even littler than her squirrel had been when she first had found him. He might not have been a Granian, but he was definitely cute. “Hi,” she said, opening the little cage and slowly sticking her hand in so the baby puffskein could decide if he liked her. At first, the puffball had rolled off into the far corner of the cage, but after a couple seconds a long pink tongue peeked out and flicked against her fingers before the puffball rolled toward her and tucked his entire body under her hand.

Gently scooping the puffball up, she cradled it in her hand as she lifted him to eye level. “What should I name you?,” she whispered, trailing off into a giggle as the rolling fuzzball shifted and licked her ear. “Okay, that tickles,” she finally said, setting the baby down in her robe pocket so she could go collect the things she’d need to clean out the cage, along with some baby puffskein food. A name would come. She knew it would. Dobby hadn’t gotten his name right away either.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,196 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	post 1 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict From the second Professor Wayland had announced that they could care for baby creatures, Stasya had been all over the idea. Besides, she had already decided she was going to spend as much time out at the barn as she possibly could since she wasn’t allowed to have Dobby with her in Gryffindor tower. It was going to be like when she’d first adopted the squirrel all over again, and obviously she’d done a good job taking care of Dobby. She figured that should’ve convinced the professor she could handle a bigger creature. But she had been assigned a puffskein, so she was determined to do the best job taking care of him and then maybe if there were other babies that hadn’t been assigned, he’d let her help with those too. That was her plan, but first, she needed to meet her puffskein. Heading down to the nursery, she wandered through all the cages until she found the one with her name on it. The one with the tiny little custardy fuzzball rolling around inside it, and she grinned at the sight. He was so tiny. He looked littler than Dobby was, maybe even littler than her squirrel had been when she first had found him. He might not have been a Granian, but he was definitely cute. “Hi,” she said, opening the little cage and slowly sticking her hand in so the baby puffskein could decide if he liked her. At first, the puffball had rolled off into the far corner of the cage, but after a couple seconds a long pink tongue peeked out and flicked against her fingers before the puffball rolled toward her and tucked his entire body under her hand. Gently scooping the puffball up, she cradled it in her hand as she lifted him to eye level. “What should I name you?,” she whispered, trailing off into a giggle as the rolling fuzzball shifted and licked her ear. “Okay, that tickles,” she finally said, setting the baby down in her robe pocket so she could go collect the things she’d need to clean out the cage, along with some baby puffskein food. A name would come. She knew it would. Dobby hadn’t gotten his name right away either. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥