Cassandra didn't know where to look. The poor little monkey looked as if he was angry and frightened, and those baloons probably looked scary. "Vincent!" she called then she turned to the other students. "Stop throwing the baloons at him! He's small! He'll die of fright! Just let me catch him... we can spray him... Please..." Trelawney never begged, but her fear was for the animal she was starting to care for. She turned to the Monkey and opened her arms. "Vincent! Come back little one, I'll protect you."