For Kris, who requested the number years ago.

She's No Doolittle: #7 Care of Magical Creatures

“I am rubbish at this class,” Tonks hissed at Charlie, but his response was to grin. “I am! I overfed my flobberworm, fed hamburger to the bowtruckle, and almost had my arm chewed off by a niffler. It’s too dangerous for me!”

They turned to stare at the large creature pawing the ground. The hippogriff snorted and glared at the line of students.

“Gorgeous, right?” Charlie climbed up the fence, but it was Tonks who was called to approach first. She made it three steps before falling on her face. The hippogriff bowed in response. “See, Tonks? You’re a natural.”