Setting his pen down Patrick noticed that little fluff that had been bouncing around the house tables at the feast. He wondered if the one he had seen in the dungeon corridor was the same one or if there were multiple running around. “Look at you ya cute little fluffer.” He reached out letting it sniff his hand before he began to pet behind its ears wondering where the little thing came from.

“Where did you come from? Did someone lose you?” Pushing his pen and journal off his lap he gave the fluff ball room to clim in its lap and figure out what exactly it was and why no one was squalling about missing their animal. He may need to run down to the barn and talk to Professor Wayland about it.