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Bria had just emerged victorious from what could only be described as a thrilling rescue mission deep in the maze of bookshelves in the Hogwarts library. The little mouse, small and trembling in her hand, had been in grave peril, cornered by a sneaky Kneazle who had evidently and relentlessly decided that a small rodent snack was in order for the afternoon. Bria had leapt into action, her heart racing as she darted between shelves of ancient books and the creeping vines of someone's Herbology project left on one of the study tables, and blocked the Kneazle’s clawed paw with a quick flip of her wand. She hadn't fared all that well in official Defense Against the Dark Arts practice, but she'd always been confident that Protego would work for her in a pinch. Now, she had all the validation she needed to know that was true.
The struggle had been chaotic and Bria had a scratch or two across the back of her hand she ought to see the healer about later, but after what felt like an eternity of heart-stopping dodges, missed wand flicks, and close calls, she finally had it - very much alive, though incredibly shaky. Now, with the mouse tucked gently into a small wooden box lined with bits of old parchment and the remainder of her fluxweed supply, Bria was on a mission to make sure it was properly cared for. The poor thing needed sunlight and warmth, and what better place than the cozy balcony on the fourth floor where the golden afternoon light spilled through the arches of the stone railing in just the right way?
Bria’s focus was entirely on her tiny patient and she stepped out into the sunlight, so she did not notice that the space was already occupied by someone reading. Instead, she carefully set the box down on the floor of the balcony and she rummaged through her bag for the little vial of kitten milk replacer she had borrowed from the supply cupboards back home for instances just like this one. She then procured the eye dropper from her potions kit and was likely to forget to return to the kit before the next lesson. As she squeezed eye dropped full with the creamy formula, Bria spoke softly to the mouse, trying to calm it as it scampered about the box in a panic while trying to disappear into the corners. “Don’t worry, little one,” she murmured, leaning close so the mouse could feel her comforting presence. “You’re gonna be -"
Mum had always said she needed to be more aware of her surroundings, and once again, mum was right. Startled to the point of nearly jumping out of her skin, though somehow managing to keep the box steady, Bria gasped and whipped her head around at the sudden outcry nearby. "Oh... I'm sorry... do you not like mice?"
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