So Miles was never the one to take care of little baby magical creatures. But if points were involved, then he was in. He could never miss a chance at geting Slytherin to the top. How patriotic. With his textbook, and his lunch in a small rucksack, Miles trotted down towards the large area of cages and, quite a lot of students. Guess they all wanted points too. Miles had seen Alan only once, when he was named and put into his cage. Bless him, the cute little bird had large eyes, that when they first glanced up at Miles, they had a look that said. 'Daddy'.

But he wasn't into that soppy stuff. Unless he could be soppy with no one noticing?

He finally made it, dodging people who were cooeing at their little babies, he found the section of Augurey's. Miles scanned the cages, trying to find the label that said ALAN - Miles Parker. He'd never thought of why he'd named him Alan, he'd never known anyone called that, it had never crossed his mind, until he saw his pet. He was an Alan. He found that label, and again, saw those large eyes stare up at him. "Hullo li'l duuude." Miles grinned at the Augurey.

He crouched down to the cages level, and flicked it open so he could take the little bird out. He was too young to fly away from him, and Miles noted that down quickly so he wouldn't forget. This would all go in his little journal which would be handed in at the end of the term, for those special points for Prof. Morgan. FWOOOR. Miles blinked a few times as he noticed he got a little off topic, and returned to Alan.

As Miles picked Alan up, he buried his head a little in the few feathers he had shyly. Miles knew all about this, how they were very mournful creatures, and didn't normally look that happy. But he would ignore that, since Alan was too cute to look upset or depressed at the moment. In a way, Alan was quite similar to Miles; quite a pesimistic, sad guy, but people liked to mention he was 'cute'. The only difference was, Alan was cute, Miles has never been.

He wrinkled his nose, and sat Alan on top of his cage, so he could stretch his small, fragile wings and Miles could note down a few things. He carried on writing down how Alan's feather's were greener than when he last saw him, and his beak was around a centimetre bigger. "Ya hungry Alanius maximus?" He grinned at him again, as he dipped into his bag. "How about some nice, juicy..." Miles brought out a small brown bag, and peeked inside, before quickly jolting his head back. "..insects." He finished, a little disgusted. Miles squirmed a few times before he manned up to take one or two out of the bag to feed to Alan. Miles had lost his apetite.

As Alan munched on an insect, eww, Miles stroked his head with his index finger, he resembled a vulture, but was still too cute to look at with a disgust face. He knew about vultures, but he also knew that Alan could never be like that, just because he looked like one. Once he'd finished, he let Alan jump in his hand so Miles could put him back in his cage. "I'll be back soon you adorable adonis." He laughed at his own made up name, before closing the cage door and putting all of his notes away. Miles would visit Alan more often, it was fun. He stood up, and walked back up to the castle. And also, to put the insect bag somewhere where Miles wasn't in close proximity of them.

Set walked in the nursery and went to his pet's cage. He opened it and took out Katara, his little Imp. He gave it a gentle hug then commenced with feeding it. He then decided to brush Katara's hair for a while! He put her back and decided to go the Great Hall for a bite to eat!

Kayla made her way down to the magical creatures nursery and walked along slowly as she looked in each of the cages at the different assortment of creatures that were kept there. She was quite excited to see which one she had been assigned to, she wasn't fussed either way at what she got. Unless of course it was a snake and then she might have to protest, snakes were just a little too much for her.

She had almost reached the end when she finally spotted her name on the second last cage and she looked inside. Ooh...it was a Clabbert! Kayla approached the cage slowly so as to not scare it and was pleased to note that its pustule was not glowing red which meant that it didn't find her dangerous in any way. She peered inside the cage to get a good look at it and then very slowly opened the door and simply stood there, she didn't want to frighten it by sticking her hand in there. She stood and simply waited for the Clabbert to come to her. After only a few moments the Clabbert, slowly made its way out of the cage and jumped onto her shoulder.

Kayla chuckled softly and she held out her arm so that the Clabbert could climb down. "Let's have a look at you so I can see whether you're a male or female" she murmured. The Clabbert climbed along her arm and Kayla held it up carefully to get a good look. "Ah...so you're male" she remarked to herself. Okay so now she had to think of a name for him, she looked at him for a long moment and no name seemed to spring to her mind. What does one call a creature that was a cross between a frog and a monkey? For some reason the name Marco, came to her mind and she decided that's what she would call him. "Okay Marco, I shall come back later to feed and play with you" she placed Marco back into his cage and made her way back to the castle.

Vanessa was looking forward to seeing her baby creature. As she walked down to the creatures nursery, the midget Hufflepuff pulled her long hair into a ponytail, so that the mass of curls wouldn't get in the way. That would not be good.
Once she had walked into the Nursery, she looked around for her name, so that she got the right Kneazle. Once she had noticed the sign Maxxie - Vanessa Corbette She made a beeline for that cage.

She had thought that Miles' and her kitten had been the cutest things that she had ever laid eyes on. But once she had seen her little kneazle, she knew that Miles was no longer the top of the list. "Helloo Maxxie," She cooed, as she opened the cage, and picked up the cat-ike creature. "Aren't you a cutie," She smiled as she stroked the kneazle's large ears.
She was glad that she had been assigned this little furball, because he was definetly very cute. She was going to enjoy this assignment. She was going to enjoy it a lot, and she would probably end up dragging Miles down here, so that he could see her cute Maxxie.

"I bet your hungry aren't you," She grinned as she placed Maxxie on top of the cage, so that she could pull some of the kitten kibble that she had brought down. She had figured that since the kneazle was a cat-like creature, that cat food wouldn't hurt. Opening the packet, she poured a little into the palm of her hand, and offered it to Maxxie. She giggled, as the kneazle licked her hand, as he ate the food. It tickled. Once she had fed Maxxie, to put the packet back into her bag, and picked up the kneazle. "I'll be seeing you later than Maxxie," She rubbed his ears once more before slipping him back into his cage. After making sure that she cage door was locked, she left the nursery.

Harley had just found out from the professor that his creature for the term would be a phoniex, fitting he thought with a smile. He walked up to the one that had been alocated to him and held out his hand for it to climb on, "Now sweetie what should i call you??" He thought for a moment then continued "How about Asher? Do you like that name?" He knew it was slightly lame but he liked it and by the looks of it his new baby phoenix liked it too.
"Okay Asher i really need to go do some homework but i will be sure to come back and see you as soon as i finish ok."
It seemed that Asher understood as he hopped off of his hand and back on his perch. Harley was just about to walk off when it seemed that the bird was begging for food so he took a handful of food from the bag beside the cage and placed it in Ashers food bowl before he turned and left.

Freya nodded as Nathaniel made his leave, then turned her attention back to Noor. "You've got to wake up sometime." Freya said quietly and lifted up her knarl gently, and brushing off some of the shavings. Hmm, did Noor look slightly bigger today? No. That would be waaaay too fast.

She brought Noor over to the pen outside, and allowed the little knarl to play in the setting sun, which was still providing a good amount of warmth to the grounds. As Freya watched, Noor play, she began to write a few quick notes in her book for reference. Noor continued to waddle around the ground, every so often digging a little at the dirt with what little strength she had. Freya chuckled a little bit and observed, she had never dealt with something as small as a baby knarl before, so she made sure to be extra careful.
After a few minutes, the temperature dropped a little bit, so Freya picked up Noor and brought her back inside the nursery. She allowed the knarl to rest inside of her inner cloak pocket while the cage was being cleaned and new shavings were being applied.

"You're a silly goose. Did you know that?" Freya said as she removed the knarl from her pocket and stroked it's little, delicate head. 'Babys always have to sleep, but Noor will become more active once she is older. That's usually how it works with most animals anyway...sort of.'
Freya placed, Noor back inside the clean cage and cut up a few small vegetables. First some shaved carrot, which Noor seemed to like from the amount that had been eaten overnight. Then a tiny slice of apple that had been diced up, and a couple of lettuce leaves, and some formula that Freya had found in the supply cabinet for very young animals. 'Maybe she still has trouble eating solids...' She cleaned out the water dish and refilled it, halfway this time so that Noor wouldn't dump it all over the cage like she had the day before.

Freya removed her gloves after she placed Noor back into the cage, and inside the box that had been placed there for an extra safe feeling. She didn't want to take any chances with an animal with spines, even if they were just an adorable little baby. Freya locked the door to the cage and made her way out of the nursery, after one last glance to make sure nothing was forgotten.

Elizabeth made her way down to the nursery, to locate her new baby kneazle that she was going to be taking care of for Care of Magical Creatures. She really wasn't entirely sure what to do, other than treat it a little like Bella when she had been a baby, but she had a small bottle of milk in her school bag, along with a small amount of Bella's food that she had snuck out from her dorm.

Slipping into the building, she made her way down the rows of cages until she located a cage that had her name on it. Inside was a tiny kneazle, mostly orange in color, although there were black spots randomly scattered over his little body, including a large one on his head that went down over one eye. Opening the cage door, she reached inside to pick the creature up, cradling it in her arms as she moved to sit down in a corner.

"I need to name you, don't I?," she said quietly to the little animal as she set him in her lap. He looked up at her intelligently, before creeping out of her lap to prowl around. As she watched him, a song popped into her head, and she knew what she was going to call her kneazle.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the bottle and a bit of food. "Hey, you hungry?," she called out to the kneazle, who turned in his prowling and came back over to curl up in her lap. Letting him drink some of the milk, she then let him gobble up the food before he curled up sleepily again. Carefully picking him up, she made her way over to the cage again and set him inside. Keeping a hand inside stroking his head, she softly started to sing. "Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw . . ." As the kneazle fell asleep, she trailed off in her singing, silently closing the cage door as she thought, I'll be back later.

Messenger bag slung over her shoulder, Mariel walked down to the Magical Creatures Nursery on her trek to complete her Astronomy assignment. She knew that she had been assigned a Jarvey, but, as she stepped inside, she saw that there were several and needed to determine which one was hers. Walking past the rows of cages of many different animals, the young Ravenclaw finally located the small Jarvey baby assigned to her as was evident by her name labelled on his cage.

Mariel was somewhat familiar with Jarveys. A couple hung around her house keeping gnomes away, but basically all she knew of them was that they often spouted off rude words and insults. This one was actually kind of cute, she noticed, and after realizing he was male, decided to call him Felix. Hopefully the rudeness wasn't apparent at such a young age.

Looking around the room a bit, her eyes landed on a container of Jarvey food located on a supply shelf. Retrieving it, she walked back over to Felix and opened up his cage to feed him. The tiny little ball of fur had been curled up in the corner. As she knelt down, she held out a handful of food and called to him, "Felix, are you hungry?" At her voice, he looked up, let out a small yawn and walked over to her hand to take a few bites of food. When finished eating, Felix promptly turned his back on the girl and curled back up to sleep. Chuckling to herself, Mariel realized that as a baby, he needed a lot of sleep and while his departure was a bit abrupt, at least he didn't start spouting off insults at her. Still too young for that. "Bye Felix, I'll be back soon," she told the sleeping ball of fur as she went to leave and work on the endless pile of homework she currently had.

As soon as Harley had finished his homework he wanted to go back down to the nursery to see Asher but it was too late so first thing the next morning it was his first stop. Upon entering the nursery he quietly and carefully made his way past the other baby creatures to where his phoenix was sat on his perch, "Good morning Asher" he said to his new friend while re filling his food and watch bowl. He then pulled up a stool and got a sheet of parchment out with a pencil and a textbook to lean on, "I hope you dont mind but i really want to draw a picture of you so i can remember how sweet you look." He couldnt help but giggle when it seemed as though Asher had no problem what so ever posing for Harley drawing.
It appeared that Asher really enjoyed spending time with Harley as while he was drawing the baby phoenix was trying to sing him a song, although it didnt sound too impressive what with the baby only being a couple of days old.
Once the drawing had been finished he turned the parchment to show Asher, "So what do you think?" he asked with a smile.



It was clear that Asher approved of it as he hopped off his perch onto Harley and begun to show affection.
Taking a look at his watch Harley jumped slightly "Im sorry Asher but i have to be going" He then placed the bird back on its perch, collected his things up and left the nursery egar to come back again when he got a chance.

Set was in a hurry. He ran in quicklt to give Katara a treat hehad found. He gave it to her, petted her, and left!

Jesse watched Toph for a little longer as she slithered around the cage. She was a light blue colour, for now anyways. She spotted him looking and turned a fiery red. He quickly looked away, an amused expression on his face, as he reached into his pocket, pulled out another chip and slipped it through the mesh. He took a quick look into the cage and saw Toph swallowing the last of it now a content and happy green. She turned her head, and looked at him with longing eyes. Jess sighed, shook his head, and pulled a packet of chips from his pocket, occasionally passing her one. Maybe chips was the way to this Streeler's heart, who knows?

Walking into the nursery, Liz remembers that nifflers, love shiny things. Taking her necklace off along with her watch, she looks down at herself, to make sure there isn't anything else on her, that it would try to take. Kneeling down, she takes out a container with some fruit, and a smaller container with a few bugs in it, she stands up again.

Placing her bag next to the door Liz looks for her new baby niffler. Spotting the cages she walks over, and finds the one with her name on it.

Kneeling down, she opens the cage. "Hi, there sweetie." she says quietly. Seeing the poor niffler back into the corner of her cage, she looks sadly at it. "Hmm, maybe I have something you might like!"

Taking out the box with fruit in it, Liz takes out a small piece of apple, and holds it out to the niffler.

As she watches, the niffler's nose starts moving and sniffing the air. Slowly it starts coming closer to her. Bringing the fruit closer to the door a little, Liz sits down on the ground, carefully and slowly as not to scare the baby. "Hmmm, I really should think of a name for you..."

Clifford wasn't the best when it came to animals and taking care of them - SNORT - not the best by far. This was the boy that had kept his pet owl hidden in his trunk with smelly, old underwear for three whole terms, and then traded the poor thing for a new owl. Hmmm. It was probably best if he never told anyone about that, especially Professor Morgan. Heh.

He'd do this assignment thing to set a good example though. Yep, being Prefect and all now he supposed he better. Eh.

Book on magical creatures tucked neatly under one arm, Clifford pushed the door to the magical creature's nursery open, making sure to shut it properly behind him. Didn't want all these little critters escaping now, huh?

He wandered passed various cages, eyeing all the different baby creatures locked inside curiously. Nifflers were pretty cool, AND they could find treasure! Oooh! He hoped he had one o' those. YAY! Or a crup! Crup's were pretty neat. Hehe.

What he DIDN'T want was --

Oh gosh. Oh please, dear Merlin, no.

Clifford's eyes widened in horror when finally, he spotted his name. He spotted his name on one of the cages he'd been praying wouldn't be for him. GULP.

A kneazle?

BLEUGH!

As the baby niffler crept closer to her, Liz held out the piece of apple to it. It took it in it's mouth, and started munching. Looking up at her with curious eyes. It started sniffing her hand for more. Taking another piece from the container, Liz places it on her knee, and reaches in, gently to pick the niffler up.

It shrinks back, but doesn't try to avoid her, and allows her to pick him up. Placing the niffler in her lap, she picks up the apple and gives it to the animal.

As it takes the piece of apple again, it looks up at her while eating it. "Hmm, let's see, you need a na...oh, you are just adorable!" she says as it nuzzles her with the side of it's head. "That's it, we'll call you adorable...but in French." Liz says with a smile "Bébé".

As Trey entered the stone building, he stopped and grabbed a pair of dragon hide gloves. He wasn't sure if it would, but he didn't want to find out the hard way if his baby jarvey was a biter or not. He continued through the building looking at the cages that were filled with other animals, hoping to spot his. He wasn't quite sure, but he figured his animal would be out in a pen, considering it lived underground normally. As he reached the back of the building his thoughts returned to another thought, his animal could talk, or would eventually. However what he didn't think about was the part that he missed. Jarvey's did indeed talk, but did not carry conversation, only spouting rude statements or phrases at the person.

As he walked out to the pens, he spied the Jarvey Pen with his name and a few other students on it. Next to his name on the sign was the name that he had picked out for his jarvey, 'Archambault'. Trey liked the name as different as it sounded. It went well with his owl's name, Chamberlain. Very classical. Trey pushed out his chest very proudlike, before snapping out of it and looking for Archambault. However all he saw was a small hole in the ground. Of course this was going to take more work then he thought.

Trey climbed into the pen and put on his gloves. He knew he'd need them for a reason. He reached his right hand into the hole before 'SNAP', something was now attached to the gloves. As he pulled it out, he saw the small head attached to his ring finger. The animal had black around it's eyes, however the rest of his head was brown with some white highlights if you will. As he finished pulling Archambault out of the hole the animal let go and stood back from him. Trey could now see that the rest of his body was a light brown except for his legs/feet and tail which were black like around his eyes.

"Come here lil Archambault," Trey said holding his hand out palm up, showing him some respect. But the jarvey didn't budge, peering deeply at Trey. What to do, what to do, Trey thought to himself. At last he remembered what he had brought along with him in his pocket. Trey had read that jarvey's eat moles, voles, rats, and gnomes. Trey had created a fake mouse and tied it to the string. He'd help Archambault get accustomed to hunting for food! Trey pulled the fake mouse out and tossed it towards Archambault. He pulled the string slightly and the jarvey quickly pounced! Trey was delighted his baby was already a hunter! He pulled the mouse closer and closer, and finally it was close enough to where he could grab Archambault, but alas the jarvey was too quick and bolted for the hole. It was a good try and Archambault would eventually get used to Trey's presence. As Trey stood he dropped some nutrional food pellets down for his jarvey, unsure exactly when his professor would be feeding him next. He hopped the fence and headed back towards the stone building.

Not so bad of a first meeting....

Leaving the last piece of apple in the bowl, Liz takes the container with the bugs in it, and opens it, tapping the bugs to the bottom. Lifting it up she shows it to Bébé. He, sniffs at the bowl, and looks in it.

Unsure of what to do, Bébé looks up at Liz. Liz lifts Bébé down and puts him back in his cage, and takes the bowl and drops the 5 bugs onto the dirt in front of Bébé.

Watching, Liz sees Bébé start snuffling at the ground, with his tongue, he manages to catch 2 bugs. And sits and watches the other 3 move around, with fascinated eyes.

Once, Bébé finishes eating the last 3 bugs, Liz reaches in, and runs her hand over the back of her baby niffler Bébé. "I'll be back in the morning! Good Night Bébé".

After closing the cage, Liz stands up, picks up the bowls, and walks over to the door. After putting the bowls into her bag, she picks up her bag and walks out.

Camira entered the room holding her equipment, carefully ignoring the smell of animal that greeted her. It was less than pleasant, but oh well. There were worse things. She looked around at the various animals in various cages, praying that she got anything except a kneasle. She would die. It would literally kill her. Maybe a jarvey. Those were fun. And insulting. And super cute.

When she found her cage, she squealed a bit in delight. It wasn’t a jarvey but it was cute. A little baby imp. And it wasn’t a kneasle! “Hi there, little...” Erm, she wasn’t actually sure if it was a boy or a girl. Well, she would find out soon enough.

She opened the cage and quickly, but gently took hold of the little thing. Hmmm….it seemed to be a boy. But she would need to double check. She wasn’t an Imp gender expert, after all. Okay, first thing first. She needed a name for him. He was tiny and black and had that innocent-but-not look on his little face. Malcom. Yep, he was definitely a Malcom.

Okay, time to get down to business. She pulled out her measuring tape and held it up to him. Oh wow. 10.2 centimeters tall. And now his width. Eeep. 2.5 centimenters. He was such a tiny little guy. She put him back in his cage for a quick minute while she put that away and pulled out her scale. Thank goodness for overnight owl delivery.

He squirmed a bit when she tried to lay him down onto the scale. “Come on Malcom. It’s okay. This is just going to tell me how much you weigh. It won’t do anything bad.” She was pretty sure the thing had no idea what she was talking about, but at least it distracted him long enough for her to get his weight. .2 kilograms. Aww, that was it?! She would have to do some research on how much they were supposed to weigh and how fast they were supposed to grow. Maybe she could ask the professor.

And one more time back in its cage while she put away the scale and pulled out her notebook. She wanted to put its information in their before she forgot.

There. Done. Of course, she’d have to do a more comprehensive check in a minute. But she could write that later. She just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with him.

Notebook put away. Equipment put away. Notes done. Time for some bonding time. “Alright, Malcom. I’m all done. No more back in the cage for you until I leave, okay”, she said smiling at him. She was rewarded with a poke in the eye. Ouch. Well, they were known to be mischievous. “Now, now. That’s not nice, Malcom.” She pet his little head gently, wondering to herself if Imps liked being pet. She sure hoped so. After about 10 minutes of petting and being poked in various areas of her face, it was time to go. At least for now. “Don’t worry, Malcom. I’ll come visit you everyday to make sure you’re doing okay. I promise.” Was it her imagination, or did he look a bit sad as she put him back in his cage. Eck. Best not to look at him anymore or else she would never get out of here. Hmm…maybe she could bring him something to give his cage more of a marsh like feel. She remembered reading that they preferred that.

She got up and cast him one last look. And sighed. He definitely looked sad. Great. What a depressing assignment. Giving her little guy a smile, she walked back out of the room, not even bothering to look at the other cages like she had one the way in. Until tomorrow.

Clifford realised he was still stood infront of the cage which contained his kneazle, and only came back to his senses when he heard the nursery door slamming shut.

Baaah. Well, he decided he may as well do something, he didn't want to have walked all the way down here for nothing. With a small sigh, Clifford kneeled down and unlocked the cage that ... Thing was inside. Yup, that's right, he decided to name his kneazle, Thing. Bwahaha.

The little ball of fluff wasn't nearly as cute as Orion, even if it was looking up at him with big brown eyes. Eh. That wouldn't work on him. Hmpf. Perhaps it was just.. hungry? He doubted he'd get very good marks if he left his creature to starve, and with a sigh pulled from his pocket a chicken leg he'd saved himself from lunch.

"Hey, don't go eating it all now." The Prefect huffed quietly when Thing eagerly tore off a large chunk of meat. Whoa, he really was hungry. "Save some for me, dude." Clifford told the creature, taking himself an even bigger bite before offering the kneazle again.

He was sharing a chicken leg with a kneazle. Talk about strange. He was gonna have to steal even more food before his next visit, he couldn't have Thing stealing aaaaall his food.

After jotting some notes on a spare piece of parchment, Clifford locked Thing back in his cage and headed off.

Set was bored so he went down to the nursery. He played with Katara, brushed her little hair, and feed her. They had a great time.

Nikita was even more excited to visit Owen in the nursery than her first visit. Now that she’d met the precious baby Crup, she didn’t want to leave him. Flame was safe in the dorms sound asleep, and far from Nikita’s thoughts.

“Hi Owen!” she cooed once locating the cage labeled with OWEN – Nikita Campbell. The little magic puppy was awake this time, and his forked tail wagged happily as he saw her approaching. So what she’d read last night was true – they were quite loyal to their witch or wizard. The cage was soon open, and Nikita scooped Owen up in her arms. Licking her nose several times, he thumped Nikita with his tail several times in his enthusiasm.

“You must be sick of being cooped up in there,” Nikita whispered, rubbing his head affectionately. The open pen was warm and sunny and just the place for Owen to play. Excited, he leapt from her arms to the grass the second they were inside the enclosure. Now for another thing she had read: eating habits. Nikita had brought an apple, two different cat treats, a piece of bacon from breakfast, and a slice of bread from lunch. Taking the apple, she threw it, and Owen ran after the flying red sphere. He retrieved it, and when he came back with it, Nikita watched with interest as he settled down to gnaw on it. Most of it was gone by the time Owen came sniffing for the bacon. At least, Nikita thought it was the bacon. Instead, the fishy cat treat was the first to leave her hand, then the bacon, and finally the other cat treat. Owen sniffed around the edge of the bread, but instead of eating it took it in his mouth and shook his head around until the slice was completely shredded.

Nikita laughed. “I should have no issues feeding you, little guy. Crups really do eat almost everything.” Observing the destroyed bread, she sighed. “I guess I’m gonna have to bring you a toy tomorrow.”

"Just some business and then you can play," Nikita apologized, pulling parchment, quill, ink, a magically collapsable scale, and measuring tape from her bag. With some coaxing, Owen stood still long enough for her to measure his height from shoulder to ground (17.3 centimeters), the length of his tail (7.6 centimeters), and each of his legs (11.7 centimeters). She got a recording of 3 kilograms for his weight, but he had been moving so much on the scale that Nikita was unsure of the accuracy.

Owen showed no signs of tiring, so Nikita chased him around the compound and rolled him around on the grass until finally he rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. Rubbing his belly one last time, she collected Owen in her arms and brought the sleeping baby back to his cage. He settled into a back corner, curled up almost like a kitten. Nikita brought out her wand and refilled Owen's water bowl with a simple Aguamenti Charm, then turning her spellwork to the food dish to clean it with a quick "Scourgify!." More of the strange "dog food" went into it to keep Owen filled.

About to lock the cage and leave, Nikita pulled from her pocket what she had almost forgot: a small fuzzy blanket she’d found in her trunk. At some point it most likely had belonged to Flame, but not anymore, and Nikita tucked it around Owen. He gave her a sleepy lick on the palm and opened one eye to watch as she closed the door and walked away.

Another day, another time for Freya to take care of her Knarl. This time Freya had a small container filled with a few interesting food items for the little animal...after doing some research of course.
She walked over to the cage that held, Noor. Freya put on a pair of gloves and made sure the baby knew Freya was about to remove her from the crate before she was moved. Freya gently took Noor out of her cage and placed the animal within her inner cloak pocket where it was nice and warm, dark and safe.

Freya cleaned out what little dirt spots there was from the cage and provided new shavings. She then wiped out the water and food dishes, and tossed the remaining vegetables into a bag where Freya planned to keep compost for the garden. 'No sense wasting anything that doesn't need to be thrown out.' Freya then sat down on the floor and placed, Noor on her lap, where the knarl continued to sleep, but stirred slightly and pushed herself against Freya's stomach. "You're so cute." And she was, despite the little crooked teeth that stuck out of Noors mouth, Freya loved every trait the animal had.

After a moment, Freya took out a small jar from her bag. Inside were several small worms, crickets, and several different berries. "I read that you little guys like these sorts of things...so here's hoping you give them a try." She cut up the worms (which had already been frozen so that they would be dead before this) and placed the sections into Noor's food dish. Then Freya placed a couple crickets into the dish, which were also unmoving, but very fresh. Finally, she added a couple of berries on top, perhaps the baby would prefer to eat those first before moving onto the protein.

Noor started to move around on Freya's lap, and attempted to dig into the girl's leg. "Yeah, I don't think that's going to work very well, sweety." Freya said with a small laugh and picked the knarl up into her gloved hands. "Awww, you're so cute." She allowed the more adventurous baby to sniff her face a little bit, but the knarl quickly lost interest and gave a yawn. "Time to go back in I suppose." Freya said quietly and gave, Noor one last stroke on her fuzzy, unspined head, before placing her back into her box.

Freya locked the cage and made a note of how many of each food item she had left inside the food dish, and of how much water was left as well. It was always better to have more notes than necessary.

Mackenzie had plenty of time in between classes to go visit Rosey. She quickly walked to her cage and gave her Streeler a friendly greeting. Then, she went to go get things to clean her pen. When she got back, she hurriedly cleaned the pen, so she could take care of Rosey.

When that was all done, she went and got some food and put it on the plate she had used before. While Rosey ate (and changed from a blue to a brown), Mackenzie stroked her shell like she was an animal with fur. "I'll see you later Rosey."

Mackenzie hurriedly headed up to the castle, so she wouldn't be late for her next class.

Daphne sighed as she walked into the nursery. She had told the professor not to give her anything too wild, but she didn't realise she would end up with something completely boring. She found, on a low shelf, a small container with a small brown fluff ball. She lifted up the cage and put it on a table in the centre of the room.

Inside the plastic container was a tiny puffskein, barely moving and practically invisible in the brown bedding. With all the animal noises echoing around the room, Daphne couldn't hear the soft squeaks coming from the tan cotton-ball sized creature.

She was ready to just pour some water and dump some food and call it a day, but then the small creature opened its pin-sized eyes and its tiny mouth. "OH!" Daphne exclaimed, totally in awe of this adorable creature. She immediately tossed the top of the container aside and reached in and scooped up the puffskein. Its tiny claws tickled her palm as it checked out the new surroundings.

Daphne never realised how soft puffskeins were, but this newborn's fur was remarkably smooth and fluffy. "I have to name you, don't I?" she asked the tiny animal, now making its way into Daphne's cloak sleeve. Picking it up and moving it back to her palm, she wondered if she had a male or female puffskein. Thumbing through her text book, she couldn't find any answer to this question. She decided to just assume it was a girl. "I'll call you 'Honey'? You okay with that?" The puffskein showed no response, which felt like a "Yes" to the Ravenclaw.

Daphne looked at her watch. She frowned as she knew she needed to get to a lesson. Stroking Honey with her index finger, she wanted to take her with her, but the puffskein would probably get lost or eaten. "I'm sorry, I have to leave you here," she told the pet, who seemed indifferent towards the girl. Placing it back in the cage, Daphne made sure to give it some fresh food, dried flakes of something, and water. "I'll be back soon, love," she said, carrying the cage back to the shelf. Before leaving, she took a strip of tape and wrote "Honey" on it. That way no one would be able to mistake her baby for anyone else's. With a final wave, she walked out of the nursery.

Maddox slowly walked into the Nursery. He saw all the different baby animals, and all the people caring for them. They were all quiet adorable little things. He knew what the list was for the different animals. He was hoping to get a Phoenix. For some reason, Maddox had always been extremely drawn to them, hence why his patronus was a phoenix.

He slowly walked over the the Phoenix's. He decided he might as well check them out first to make sure, when he saw his name hanging from the second phoenix's cage. 'Maddox Darcy, Female Phoenix,' said the parchment hanging from the cage. He smiled and squatted down to take a good look at the baby.

She was glorious. He smiled at her, when she cocked her head to the side staring at him. She had obvioulsy had her burning day the day before, because she wasn't covered in ashes and had some tail feathers coming in. Phoenix's matured in about 5 days, and were very hard to tame, but he had a feeling they would get along just fine.


Mads opened the cage, and watched as the little phoenix waddled towards his right hand. It was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He grinned at her, keeping his hand very, very still so that he wouldnt frighten her. Once she was in the palm of his hand, he stood up slowly and found a place to sit. Once seated, he gently rubbed her her neck with his index finger, like he did occasionally with Asmara, his snowy owl.


Maddox smiled down at the beautiful phoenix and said, "We need to get you a name little one." He chuckled as the bird cocked her head to the side as he spoke to her. He chuckled, then she nibbled gently at his hand, "Ah, your hungry." Mads looked around till he saw the phoenix food. He gave her a few pelts to eat on, and watched her in subdued awe.

Once she was finished eating, he looked down at her, she was staring right back at him. He grinned and suddenly he knew exactly what he would name her. "How about we call you, Serefina? It means burning flame. Do you like that?" He started rubbing her neck again with his index finger and she coo'ed a sweet melody. He grinned something fierce and said, "I knew you would like it."

Maddox continued to rub her neck, she was enjoying it so much. When he stopped, she cocked her head to the side again, he chuckled and said, "My finger hurts." She coo'ed again and slowly waddled up his arm. He made sure he stayed perfecctly still. Once she got to his shoulder, she perched herself right next to his neck, and nuzzled him. His heart instantly melted. He had wanted a phoenix for so long, and he finally got to take care of one. 'Maybe Professor Morgan will let me by her at the end of term.' He thought.


He looked down at his watch, and sighed. He had been here for an hour playing with her, and he had class in about 15 minutes, on the other side of the castle. He scooped the little one up in his right hand, and pulled her close to his face. "I've got to go. But I will be back so soon you wont even know that I left." The little phoenix nuzzled his nose. His heart melted again, and he smiled.

He walked back over to her cage, and gently placed her inside. "Goodbye my Serefina." He shut the cage door, grabbed his bag, and left.

Walking back into the CoMC nursery, Liz places her bag on the floor after double checking she didn't have any thing shiny on her.

Walking directly over to the cage, with a bowl of soft cooked carrots. She kneels down at the cage. As soon as she started to open the cage Bébé came over right away. "Oh, do you remember me?!?!" Liz exclaims. She sits down in front of the cage, and cuddles her niffler.

Opening the container with the carrots, Liz takes out a few, and lets Bébé try them. He sniffs at them but doesn't attempt to eat them. Hmmm, I wonder if he doesn't like carrots... She thinks to herself. Well I have an apple in the bag, that I cut up for a snack later, but he could probably take that instead. He liked it yesterday... she says outloud.