Celandine had practically forgotten that this whole business was homework by this point. She loved visiting her abraxan. Her amazing, talented, beautiful, flying abraxan! She skipped through the nursery and out to the stable, immediately jumping into the stall with the constantly-growing creature and wrapping her arms around Cassiopeia's neck in a firm and excited hug. "Oh you were wonderful! You know you were!" Cela told her, giving her a nuzzle before setting to the fun business of mucking out the stall.

Magic meant it was done in fiarly short order, and Celandine next fetched brushes to give Cassiopeia a bit of pampering, paying extra special attention to her wings and humming while she worked. It was strange how small Cela felt now, in Cassiopeia's presence, sort of like Cela herself wasn't growing at all.

"All done!" Cela gave the abraxan a pat on the rump and put the brushes away.
"Mash time!" she announced, fetching the mash mixture, which still contained a small amount of butterbeer since Cela didn't want to rush the weaning process at all. Once she had filled the feed bucket and shut the stall again, Cela skipped back up to the castle, planning to be back later that day for another flight with Copernicus and Professor Morgan.