 Nine. Wowza!
"Jarveys," Willow said under her breath with annoyance, as she entered the Care of Magical Creatures Nursery. Really, they were not only loud, but they said all those bad words all the time, which was completely infuriating.
With her nose in the air, the fifth year finally reached to where Aimee was located, playing inside her cage with the pillow Willow had left for her. "Glad to see you are enjoying yourself." Her hands quickly opened the cage so the little thing could come out and play, or do whatever it was that puffskein did. Well, whateve it was that Aimee did -for Willow was convinced that her puffskein was no average puffskein- certainly had her happy, because the furball always produced that humming sound.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," she began, placing milk in the little bowl so Aimee could have some. Puffskeins did eat anything, after all, so there was no reason why the puffskein would not like milk. "Apparently, I can take you home. I just have to fill this adoption thingy and hand it to Professor Morgan before taking you with me." Pale and long fingers stroke Aimee's fingers distractedly as Willow spoke. "I'll have to write to father and ask for permission first, of course. But I'm sure he'll be more than happy to have you at our house, so don't worry about it." The man loved magical creatures - no, her entire family loved magical creatures, and Willow was the sole exception to that. Because as much as she liked Aimee the puffskein, it was very clear that the rest of the creatures on the nursery meant nothing to her. Either way, she was certain her father would tell her yes.
Perhaps in the letter where she asked for permission, she could ask him to send her a bigger cage, too! Yep, Willow was sure he would say yes to that as well.
"I'd better go and do that, Aimee. I'll come later." Later meaning once her dad sent her a reply, of course. "And next time I shall bring you more food. But you are not hungry, aren't you?" Surely not. The little furball had drunk all the milk. Smiling a little smile at the puffskein, Willow curled her fingers around it and placed it back to the little cage, before grabbing the litte bowl and putting it inside her messenger bag. "Later, kid." After turning around, Willow headed to the common room. She had a letter to write.
Now, hopefully Agnes the Owl -her owl- would not be be difficult about it.
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