Freya came down to the nursery again. She felt terribly guilty, not having payed Noor a visit in ages...but certain things had happened elsewhere.

She walked into the nursery and walked straight over to Noors cage, where she was found to be chewing the corner of her new wooden sleeping box. "Oh, Noor..." Freya said as she put on a pair of gloves and opened the top of the cage to take out her knarl, "I'm sorry, you must have felt abandoned." Now Freya felt even worse, she herself couldn't handle being abandoned and here she was treating another living creature in a similar way. She lifted the knarl up into her arms. "Gosh you've gotten big...you look at big as a small cat now. No more one handed carrying across the room for you." Freya took Noor over to a pen on the other side of the room; since it was so cold Freya thought it best to keep Noor inside. "Now..." Freya said as she locked the door to the playpen and looked down at her knarl, "I want you to behave and stay in here for a moment...and people are going to think I have seriously lost my mind for talking to you so much." The student took a solid rubber ball out of her pocket and placed it in the pen, 'You can't break that one apart.'

Freya walked back to the knarl's cage, noticing how few shavings were inside. 'Geez...she must be kicking them all out.' Sure enough there was a small pile of shavings all over the ground below and around the cage. With a small sigh, Freya took out her wand and set to work on cleaning up, while she glanced over to where Noor was every few seconds. Noor wasn't doing much, mostly just attempting to escape from the pen and staring at what 'her' girl was doing. 'At least she hasn't started her whining game with me yet. Must have grown out of that phase by now.' She finished cleaning the cage and whiped out the water and food dishes; refilling them when Freya was sure that they could be no cleaner.

After about fifteen minutes, Freya walked back over to where Noor was, and was greeted with a small whine from the knarl as she opened the cage to take her out. "Yes, I'm sorry." Freya told her animal as she lifted her up, 'I didn't think they were supposed to get this big...leave it to me to get the 'special' one.' Noor attempted to dig her nose in Freya's pockets as she was carried back over to her cage, "Hey, cut that out." Freya told her as she scratched the top of Noor's head with a small smile, not being able to help herself. "You've gotten a lot more bold, missy...let's hope that you won't start destroying things on a whim now."
Freya sat down next to the cage and let Noor sniff her bag for a moment; it seemed that she knew something tasty was inside. Freya opened her bag up and took out a small apple, took a small bite and then broke away some of the apple from the remaining core. "Want some? Of course you do..." Noor glared at the food and gave a few 'huffs' and spun around as though anxious about something. 'Don't tell me you are getting suspicious now.' Freya thought and moved the apple closer to her knarl. Noor simply whined and covered her head in Freya's heavy cloak, forcing herself as deep as she could until she could go no further.
Freya sighed again, "Fine, more for me." And began to finish off the rest of the fruit. A good minute and a half later, Noor's nose appeared from underneath the robes and sniffed around. "Mmmmmm...". Freya teased as she dangled some of the apple in front of the creature's nose. Before long, Noor had taken a few hesitant bites and became more comfortable with accepting food.

'Time to go back.' Freya lifted Noor up off of her lap and placed her carefully inside the cage. "You behave, alright?" The knarl simply looked at Freya with beady eyes and turned to go into her sleeping box, like she always seemed to do after one of her visitations.
Freya packed away her things and made sure the cage was secured before leaving, making sure to leave the solid ball inside for Noor to play with if she wanted. She glanced back one last time to make sure everything was in check...the last thing anyone wanted was a knarl with a temper tantrum running around the place.

Elizabeth slipped into the nursery, feeling a little guilty that everything else that had gone on at the school had made her almost forget about visiting Macavity. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about him entirely, she just hadn't gotten around to coming down here to check on him.

Making her way slowly down the aisle, she kept glancing at the other cages, starting to worry when she didn't notice anything amiss. She would have thought there would have been something her kneazle did while she was away. Do kneazles have tantrums?, she wondered, as if Macavity hadn't done anything because he was upset she hadn't visited. But as she reached the section where he was, a slow grin appeared on her face. Nope. He just graduated beyond unlatching cages, she thought, as she looked into his cage to find about half a dozen food bowls, and then saw the kneazles around his cage staring balefully in at Macavity, who was curled up in the corner, asleep, or at least pretending to be.

"Macavity, you goofball," she said as she unlatched the cage. The kneazle slowly opened his eyes to look at her, then uncurled, stretching his entire body out. "Wow, you've gotten big," she said idly as she picked up all the extra food bowls and replaced them in their appropriate cages. Macavity was now at least as large as Bella was, if not slightly larger. Stepping back, she let him jump down from the cage so she could clean it. "It's cold outside, so we're going to just stay in here today," she told him as she dumped his old water out on the ground, then went over and refilled it. Placing it back inside the cage, she then put some food in the food bowl and, on a whim, set the lock she had gotten from Charms class in the cage. She had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn't like normal toys, but maybe that would occupy him enough that he wouldn't do anything else.

Turning around, she located him stalking the clabberts, and went over and picked him up. "No, you're not going to get me in trouble," she warned him, unable to completely hide the slight smile that crept onto her face. How in the world did I end up with the kneazle criminal?, she thought as she returned him to the cage, then latched it. "I gave you that lock to play with," she said as he looked at her curiously, "And you have more food and water, so you should be okay for a little while. But I have to go now, for a little while. I promise it won't be this long between visits next time." She reached a hand inside to scratch a little between his ears, then, as he started nosing the lock, she grinned and turned to leave.

Ana walked into the nursery feeling down. She looked around and noticed how grown up all the animals were. And there he was, Padfoot and he was not the exception, all grown up. Ana was so proud of her little Kneazle!

"Hi Padfoot? How's my little Kneazle today?" she smiled. Ana sat down and Padfoot lay down on Ana's lap. She stayed there in his company for hours looking through the window.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you a treat ! Take it!... And... where's your toy?... Oh here it is... i see you like it!" she said when she saw the toy all scratched. When he finished the treat she played a few minutes with him. After that she got up and cleaned his cage.

"Came here Padfoot!" she held him and put him back in the cage. Ana caressed him till he fall asleep "Bye bye. Love you." she whispered.

There didn't appear to be anything special about that morning. The sun desperately clawed at the edges of the never ending cloud; its feeble glowing shape getting ever dimmer, before eventually disappearing beneath a foggy mass of grey. The wind was how it had been for the past week; cold, yet tame. Wind had a tendancy to be extremely cat like; it could be a raging tiger or, like today, a tame kitten, merely wanting to bite your nose and tug at your hair. The beautiful grounds that surrounded Hogwarts castle were relatively empty apart from the odd lovey dovey couple lingering by the lake or a group of friends laughing and flirting by the Whomping Willow, daring each other that they could get closer.

There didn't appear to be anything special about that morning. Not only was the weather aggrivatingly dull, but nothing had happened since the tragic death of a student. No action, no work, no words, no rumours. No one really knew what had happened, yet people were staying huddled in common rooms; which explained the eery emptiness.

There was one boy, however, who appeared to stand out amongst the greenery. His golden blonde hair shimmered when the fading sun caught it, and his emerald eyes were eager despite the weary aura that hung around the place. Hugo Jermaine Woods always looked happier on days which he saw his pet clabbert, Georgie. It had definitely been too long since he'd tripped down to the Magical Creature's Nursery, so it was today, a seemingly uninteresting day, that he found himself wandering down a long path with no clue as to why or how. Why had he chosen that time? And how had he plucked up the energy to peel himself from his bed and walk? For Hugo hadn't slept in days. He'd found himself lying awake, night after night, with unexplainable thoughts whizzing around in his head. He couldn't sleep. Insomnia had filtered into his mind and taken hold of his brain.

And so, despite his state of exhaustion that was threatening to take over, Hugo trudged through the puddles to get to his pet. The thought of Georgie's adorable, mottled green face gave him the strength to get up off of the squashy arm chair in the common room, and prepare a plastic tub of rice, chicken, billywigs and (for a treat), stag beetles. She loved those. He also had a flask full of warm milk, which gave her all the calcium that she needed to grow up big and strong.

Reaching out towards the door handle, Hugo pushed it open and stepped inside the stone building. As it always did, he found a stream of animal sounds and smells hit him like a ton of bricks, practically knocking him off his feet. A strained smile stretched across his chapped lips, which were pressed together earnestly, as he made his way over to Georgie's cage. He didn't get lost anymore; it was more a reflex action. His feet practically moved themselves towards her cage without consolting with his brain first!

Placing the plastic tub and flask of milk down on the concrete floor, Hugo unlocked the cage door. He peered through the door frame, his forehead creasing in confusion. "Gee?" He called, eyes scanning the grassy floor for her small frame. And then, a rather LARGE creature bounded out of her bed of hay, a grin spread across her cheeky mouth. "Merlin's Beard!" He cried, ogling at what had been his baby clabbert. Blimey, she'd grown! A LOT! "Georgie porgie, you grew!" He exclaimed, shovling her meal into the almost empty food dish, and pouring the luke warm milk into the little plastic tin beside her bed. She gurgled happily, lapping up the tasty treats with her little tongue and staring at him expectantly. Ah. She wanted a toy! Well, he'd come prepared. Shoving his hand into his pocket, Hugo retrieved a squeeky mouse, which he threw into the far corner of the cage. Georgie bounded after it, like a puppy or kitten who was eager to play. Cute.

Whilst she pounced and pawed at the toy, Hugo began to clean out her bed. It smelt BAD, and he wanted it to be nice and clean for his darling. Shovling out the grub, he pulled on his rubber gloves and set to work, layering new hay into the corner. There. Lovely!

"You like that, don't you Gee?" He cooed, as she finally flopped into her bed, exhausted after chasing the toy around for at least an hour. She smiled up at him, her emerald lids drooping threateningly. "Shhhh," he whispered, stroking the clabbert's back affectionately, and pluming up the straw around her body. "Get some sleep, baby. That'll make one of us."

It felt like ages since he'd last visited, although it had really just been days. Copernicus climbed into the stall and let the foals nudge him. "You're going to be needing your own space soon, lad," he rubbed Tiberius on his soft nose. "I bet you'll miss your girl." It was hard to imagine separating the two little Abraxans, even if they were just too big to share a stall, because they were mates now. They NEEDED each other.

He left them tussling as he filled the feed bucket with the barley-butterbeer mash mixture, upping the mash concentration a bit more. Tiberius was still finishing his whole bucket, which was good. Was he still rejecting the other mash mixtures? Copernicus pulled small jars of each mash from his bag and sat across from Tiberius.

He nickered softly and left the open jars in a line on the floor for Tiberius to peruse. The foal investigated the jars with careful snuffling before coming back to try the corn mash and butterbeer again. Just one more lick, and Tiberius then moved back to the rye mash, which he immediately got stuck on his nose.

"Whoops!" Copernicus pulled the jar clear and capped the rest. He'd record the results and share them with Cela, but it looked like the straight corn mash was out. After packing up his supplies, he gave both foals some snuggles before it was finally time to go.

Smile spread wide across his face, legs moving faster than was safe, arms pumping at an unbalancing speed, Jude was excited. He came to a sliding-on-his-butt stop before standing up and brushing himself off to enter the nursery.

"Eh dair Aubreh," he greeted, a little sketchbook in hand. This time, he was determined to draw her better. Last visit, which was by FAR too long ago, he'd made a terrible sketch in his journal, but today, he was going to start a much better drawing in his actual sketchbook. He didn't think about it, nor did he want to, about how he would keep Aubrey still long enough for him to draw her, but he didn't care.

Once again taking up their usual haunts of Aubrey flying around trying to find bugs or something to eat. Her unproportionally long neck seemed to dangle a mile out in front of her and her big ol' body chasing it, Jude couldn't help but giggle. After a nice while she calmed down and landed near him, strutting around and making little noises, and Jude began to draw.

He drew blindly at first, trying to get her overall shape done. He barely finished with her head before she took off in a hyperactive flight in circles around his head.

Sighing, Jude smiled at her and took out a little treat. Whistling for her attention, he threw it up and wanted to see if she could catch it. Indeed, she managed to swoop down and catch it in her beak.

They continued in this fashion for nearly an hour in total before Jude's butt started to freeze and he had to retreat to the warmth of the dungeons once more.

Wondering down to the creatures Nursery, Vanessa twisted a strand of hair that had fallen out of french plaits. She was exited to see Maxxie today, for she had been a little busy, and had missed coming to see him. Although she was not looking forward to cleaning his cage out, because she knew that it was going to be messy.

"Hey Sweetie," She coeed, as she came to stop by the kneazles cage, and dropping her bag on the floor. "Did you Miss me?" She asked, with a smirk, as she unlocked the cage and picked Maxxie out. "Look at you...You've grown!" She remarked as she stroked him gently. At least his cage was still big enough for him. Placing him on the top, she quickly cleaned out his cage, and placed him back in there. "Now you be good while I take down some notes." She smiled at the kneazle before pulling out a few pieces of parchment, and leaning on the top of the cage she made a few notes.

After finishing her notes, she packed them back in her bag, and grinned at the kneazle. "Looks like Im all door dude," She rubbed his ears affectionatly, before locking the cage again. "Same time tomorrow?" She grinned, acting like the kneazle was human or something. "Byee!"

Plymouth had, once again, put off coming down to the Baby Nursery to see his green devil-looking Clabbert. Yuck. Plymouth wasn't brave enough to get it out of its cage without Cela there, or someone there to make sure the thing didn't turn on him. So, instead, Plymouth just picked up the whole cage and carried it out towards the sunlight. Plymouth, the cage, and the green monster sat in the grass.

Plymouth started a sketch of the little horned thing. "Hey Verdi. Nice seeing you.... errm.... well.. no. I won't lie. Mum says not to and she's usually right in the end. I think you're horrifying and I'm afraid you might eat my face off." Plymouth put some carrot into the cage and went back to drawing.

Cale hadn't been down in the nursery for a long time, almost too long. His clabbert would most likely either not recognize him, or be so agitated with his lack of parental care that he'd try and claw his eyes out. He wandered up the cage and peered inside, trying to see if Zippy was nearby.

Zippy was sitting in the corner of his cage, chewing on a stick with obvious boredom. Whoooops. Cale had remembered from his last visit that Zippy seemed to be found of chicken, so he had brought some more with him this time. Pulling the meat from his pocket, he stuck his hand carefully in the cage. "Here Zippy! Daddy's sorry he hasn't been to visit, but I promise to come visit mo--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zippy had run up to him, grabbed the meat from his hand, and proceeded to scratch him with one of his clawed, webbed hands. "OWWW!" Cale yelled, jumping backwards in shock. Silly animal, how was he supposed to take care of him if he wanted to scratch his arm off?

As he stumbled backwards, he felt himself tumble into something hard, and before he knew it, he had fallen over whatever he had just crashed into and fell with a small thud on the cold ground. Looking up, he saw that he had just tumbled over Plymouth Morgan, who had been drawing a picture of his own animal, which ironically happened to be a clabbert.

"Oh, sorry mate," Cale muttered, standing up and brushing himself off. He looked at Plymouth's clabbert, then back at his own--how come HE got stuck with the demon clabbert? Cale just did NOT have good luck with these creatures. "Silly thing scratched me," he explained with a scowl as he looked at his hand.

Plymouth had been watching Newell, of course. The whole thing. Starting with the missing bits of toupee -- to Newell referring to himself as "Daddy". It was all equally fascinating and a very welcome distraction.


And then the big goof fell over him. Plymouth could have prevented, and probably should have, but - it was all so fascinating... and it kept him from feeling bad about not having his horned beast out of its cage.


"Ehhh... you alright there, mate? I mean, Daddy?" Plymouth grinned. "You need a hand getting it back in its cage there?" Not that Plymouth was pumped about going near an uncaged one. Eeeeeg!

Cale wrinkled his eyebrows in annoyance and shot a glare at Plymouth. "You know it's a proven fact that animals are more trusting if you speak to them like a little kid?" he asked. Ok, he truly didn't know that for sure, but it sounded like it could be a true fact.

"Erm, I guess, if you want to help," he said, looking over at Zippy, who had just run off and hid behind a nearby rock to nom on his chicken piece. "Look out though, I haven't trimmed his nails in a while," he warned, holding up his injured hand again.

Plymouth laughed as he got up. "No, no, no harm meant. You ought to hear me talk to the Puffapods. I get it. Daddy-O." Okay, Plymouth laughed again. HE never referred to himself as "Daddy" to anything or anyone, but to each their own. It was a name that would definitely stick for one Cale Newell though, that's for sure.


"Maybe if I open mine... erm.. Verdi. Verdiablo for green devil. But I call him Verdi. Maybe if I open Verdi's cage - we can herd Zippy into that cage. Safety in numbers or something." Plymouth did heed the Daddy-warning though and rolled down his sleeves to cover his hands.

"Hmm, that might work...I dunno how he's ever reacted with other clabberts, but it's worth a shot," Cale said with a shrug. He pulled out another piece of the gross chicken out of his pocket and started towards Zippy, who stopped eating and watched him in interest as he approached.

"Erm, you ready Plymouth?" he asked. He wasn't going to try and get Zippy to move till he was certain the cage was open and ready for him to run into.

Plymouth gave Daddy-O the universal sign for just a sec: a finger in the air. Plymouth had to get prepared for opening the green beast's cage. He had to peruse the ground for a stick first, of course. Couldn't risk being scratched like Newell. As he worked the cage door with the stick, Plymouth asked (you know, to be conversational and all), "That scratch of yours. You think since these beasts are green - that it's claws will like... set up gangrene on your scratch?"

Finally, Plymouth got the cage open and turned on its side. He took off running towards Cale when the job was complete, "Okay. Ready - but let's hurry before mine takes off too. HERD!"

"What? Gangrene?" Cale asked in panic, staring at his cut. It wasn't deep or anything, and it didn't look all gross and infected, but then again it had happened only seconds ago. EEE! He needed...soap! Antibacterial soap! "I, erm, thinks it's fine..."

Before he could carry on a conversation about the matter, however, he looked up and saw Plymouth running at him. Oh noes! What was going on? Had his clabbert escaped and started chasing him? The only word that registered in Cale's head was "Herd" so he took off towards Zippy, only a bit too fast.

The clabbert dropped its chicken in fright, taking off like a rocket in the opposite direction from Verdi's cage. "No, no! Wrong way!" Cale cried, not even thinking about the fact that Zippy probably had no idea what he was saying, nor was the clabbert at all comforted by Cale's yelling and screaming.

Plymouth was running behind Daddy Newell, "OH MAN! It's running the wrong way!" he shouted, Mr. State The Obvious. Plymouth turned as he ran to look at his own cage - "OH SNAP! Retreat, man! Retreat! Verdi's on the loose too!" Verdi was just sitting on his cage though, looking hungry.


Plymouth ran right up to Daddy Newell - Newell already had an injury -- so clearly he was the sacrifice if it came down to it. "We're under attack man - I say we run for it."

"Retreat? We can't retreat! They could wander off somewhere!" Cale said, looking over at the two clabberts. Zippy was starting to slow down, and finally he stopped running and hopped onto a nearby stump, staring at the two boys in a mix of interest and fear. At this point, Cale didn't want to go anywhere near that thing--or his claws.

"Ok, I think he's calmed down now..." Cale told him, edging a little closer to the clabbert. For a few steps, the animal didn't do anything, he just stared at Cale with those big eyes. Unfortunately, after a few more steps, Zippy stood up on it's hind legs and let out some sort of growling hiss at the prefect, who promptly let out a girlish yelp and ran back to where Plymouth was standing.

"We need to rethink our plan of attack!" he muttered as he got far away from the creature. Zippy, on the other hand, satisfied at the fact that he had just gotten Cale to flee from him, contently sat down and started grooming his front paws.

Plymouth was clearly going to have to be the brains of this operation. "I thought that your team or House or whatever was the BRAVE ones? Go grab - Okay. No. I take that back. Let me think. Ravenclaws = thinkers. Yes."

Plymouth's clabbert was happily eating the bag of carrots he'd left by his sketchpad and directly opposite of him was Newell's demon-possessed monster. So, Plymouth went to Daddy Newell and put his back to Newell's back. "Back to back. I watch yours, you watch mine."


"Herding only works when the herdER is bigger and better than the herdEE. So we need to... get bigger. What's your mean face look like? One of us should get on the other one's shoulders."

Making her way down to the nursery, Kayla was feeling slightly guilty that she hadn't been down for a while. She stopped by Marco's cage took him out and made her way into the grounds with her Clabbert on her shoulder, while he munched on the lizard she had brought down for him. She decided to head over to the same trees that she had let Marco play in before.

It was then that she spotted Plymouth and Cale and they both had Clabberts as well and Kayla thought she might head over and let Marco, play with their Clabberts. But before she could even take a few steps, she saw the most bizarre thing. The two clabberts were running around but that was not what was bizarre, it was the actions of the two boys in front of her...they were actually scared of them. Kayla, snorted softly why was she not surprised.

Walking towards Plymouth and Cale, she took a couple of lizards out of her pocket and held them out to the two clabberts in front of her, while Marco sat happily on her shoulder. Plymouth and Cale's clabberts came over to her and took the lizards out of her hand. Kayla looked at Plymouth and frowned, "You're feeding your clabbert carrots? They like small birds or lizards and sometimes large insects."

She picked up the two Clabberts, placed Cales's one on her other shoulder and she held Plymouth's in her arms, "Like all creatures they know when you are scared of them" she looked up at the two boys and laughed. "You should have seen you two...priceless!! I wish I had a camera with me."

Clifford, trudging through the snow, made his way once again to the magical creatures nursery. This time, as well as some meat he'd stolen from the great hall at lunchtime, folded under his arm, he had a fluffy blanket.

As much as he disliked kneazles, he could hardly let Thing FREEZE to death, could he? He figured that would be a big, fat FAIL for this assignment if he did.. and he didn't want that.

"Alright there, mate?" The Prefect asked, opening the door to Thing's cage and leaning down to have a good ole' look at him. He looked pretty healthy, definately bigger than the last time he'd popped in to check up on him. The chicken he'd been feeding the kneazle had obviously been doing wonders. Hehe.

"Gotcha some more chicken," the Prefect started, offering it to Thing who took it eagerly. "Tha's definately your favourite, ain't it.." He was talking to a kneazle... ah well. "Maybe I'll bring you some sausages next time.. they're even better!" If he could bring himself to share his precious sausages with a kneazle anyway.

Awkwardly patting Thing's fluffy head, Clifford waited until he'd nommed the last of the meat and then showed him back inside his cage. "And to keep you all snuggly and warm in here.." The sixth year placed the fluffy blanket inside and watched as Thing curled up on it. That was better.

Satisfied that the creature he was caing for wasn't going to freeze to death, the Prefect hastily made his way back out of the nursery. It was stinky in there.

Cale wrinkled his eyebrows in annoyance and looked at Plymouth. "We're more than just the braveeee ones. We're chivalrous and loyal, like, erm, Hufflepuffs," he said. So what if he was scared of a clabbert? Plymouth was too! Besides, anything that could scratch his eyes out was terrifying to him, no matter what house he was in.

"Are you mental? I'm not jumping on your shoulders!" he exclaimed. Plymouth was talking madness now. "I say we just head back over to them and show them we're not afraid. If they start hissing at us and stuff and get no reaction, they won't be able to sense our fear and we can grab them!"

Before Cale could put his brilliant plan into action, however, Kayla Winters, Hufflepuff Prefect, showed up and, with tremendous ease, managed to grab both clabberts at once. Whaaaaa? That wasn't fair! They were the men here, they were supposed to be braver than her! Hmm, maybe the clabberts didn't attack cause she smelled like lizards. Or maybe she was just much more skilled at handling the creatures than they were--after all, she had one herself, it seemed.

He frowned again as she talked about how funny they had just looked, running in terror from the clabberts. "Yeah, well, you weren't being chased by them, you don't know how...intense it was," Cale said with an air of confidence. No one made him feel like a fool, especially in front of Plymouth, who he knew for a fact was in loveeeee with his girlfriend. Cale made a fool of himself quite enough on his own, thank you very much.

Jude didn't know how long he had been standing there, nor did he realize the idiot-smile he had on his face, at least not until he audibly giggled and jumped. Wondering where the giggle came from until another escaped his lips, Jude looked briefly scared. But then the smile and giggling returned as he continued on down to the Nursery. Wow... he didn't know people could look so funny. But, he didn't blame them of course, I mean they DID have clabberts an' all to take care of. He wouldn't want a clabbert. Never.

Jude was still giggling when he entered the Nursery with his sketchbook and pencils in hand. "Eyyy Aubreh!!" he said, once again letting her out of her little cage. She rode on his shoulder until they were outside, and then she flew away, taking perch on one of the fence posts around an abraxan pen.

Before he sat down to draw more of his Augurey, he had to comment to Cale and Plymouth. "Ey." he greeted politely, "Good thin' ya go' them the'uh creatures undah contro'... Scareh thin's..." he said, shuddering a bit, "Wouldn' wan' dem runnin' aroond all loose an' wha'no'...." he said smiling, and moved onto where he usually placed his bum on the side of the hill.

It happened to not be very far away from where Plymouth had been sitting a while earlier, but Jude didn't notice. Aubrey was now strutting around on the ground, going about her business all peaceful and whatnot, and Jude was drawing her as well as he could with a moving subject. It wasn't going to bad, he was down about her breast line by now, filling in details and perfecting the rest of her outline as he went.

Plymouth wrinkled his nose at Kayla. "Maybe mine is a vegetarian," he informed her. She was scary. Really scary. And Kayla Winters holding THREE monsters at once -- well it just didn't help anything at all. He was unashamedly hiding behind Daddy Newell.

"Daddy - ask her nicely if she'll re-cage our beasts and I'll bandage your hand for you." Sounded like a good deal to him. Plymouth peaked around the puffy toupee of Daddy Newell's and then popped his head back safely behind him.

Quidditch. Practices. Quidditch. Upcoming match. Quidditch. Homework. Quidditch. Weirdness. Simply Hogwarts.

But Kaika managed to find time for Seven, it was obviously the most adorable, loving creature. And very loyable. She was still having a hard time because of not visiting her Crup as much as she should, but coming here made her forget a quite a few things.

She made her way to the Crup's cage silently and looked around before opening it, "Hey there! Missed me?" she asked, and both the tails of the little thing were moving oh-so-rapidly it was incredible they could do that. Just like the snitch flutters the little wingy things.

Work came first, which is why the measurement part took place before anything else. Kaika wrote the numbers fast in the piece of parchment and folded it with the others. She took Seven in her arms before sitting in the ground. "Who do you think will win the Quidditch Cup this year, Seven?" of course she knew the little Crup couldn't answer, and as Seven tilted the little head to one side she sighed. Of course he had no idea. Neither did she, for that matter.

Waaaaiiiiittt. A muffin. "I brought...ummm...a little something for you...it's my favorite....again...we'll share? Okay" she smiled, as she ate the muffin with Seven.

"I have a letter to write, Sev, I'll come back again, alright?" she started to get up, "I'll make up a game for next time" as if the Crup could understand perfectly what she was talking about.

Seven, the Crup, was in his cage again as Kaika waved goodbye and left the Nursery.

Kayla raised an eyebrow at Cale...intense? He was kidding right? She looked at the three clabberts and could see nothing scary about them, she placed all three of them on the ground and threw them a few more lizards. "Go on, go and play you silly buggers." Straightening up, she eyed the two boys in front of her and folded her arms across her chest.

"Plymouth, are you a man or a mouse? Come out from behind Cale..."she smirked slightly..."not like he was going to help you anyway. Some brave Gryffindor, he is" she added under her breath. "Actually I have been wanting to have a word with the both of you. What is this I hear..."Kayla glared at Plymouth..."that you tried to flush one of my first year's head down the toilet, and you..."she turned towards Cale..."turned a blind eye to it." She looked at her watch, "And you've got thirty seconds to start talking."