There was one thing that the approaching spring, and her ever approaching birthday made Melbourne feel, it was forlorn. The nearly sixteen year old Gryffindor knew already that she wouldn’t want to give up the creature she had grown so close to over the term. ”Hey Darce,” she smiled down at the jarvey that was bundled up in the little Jarvey habitat that she had helped develop and set up those months ago.

So much had changed in those months, she was going to be an aunt soon…heck, she had had to go to a small baby shower for Amelia before the end of Winter Break because she hadn’t been sure if her…whatever Amelia was having was going to wait until she had gotten out of school for summer.

Knowing her luck she’d go into labor RIGHT when Mel was in her OWLs…but now, she didn’t need to think about her pregnant sister or the fact that she was going to be an aunt once more. Now, now she had to focus on Darcy Lewis her Jarvey that was now waking up for her daily dinner. ”you hungry Darce?” Mel asked as she lowered a little dish of mixed meats…maybe one of the meats in there was gnome? Mel wasn’t sure, it was someone Professor Wayland had provided this time as the brunette hadn’t been able to find meat for Darcy ahead of time…that, and Moriarty hadn’t delivered the last batch she had ordered from that creatures magazine she had ordered from. Such a pitty…she had been sure Darcy would have enjoyed fresh Jarvey snacks.

Looking back down at the little enclosure Mel just smiled as she watched Darcy cleaning her paws with delicate swipes of her pink tongue. Reaching her hand down Mel waited to see if Darcy would, like last time, crawl onto her hand…she didn’t, all Darcy did was brush the dry sand paper like tongue across the pads of her fingers trying to get any trace of the chicken Mel had eaten for dinner off of her hands. There was nothing there, of course, but that didn’t stop the Jarvey from trying.