Leon had held back a little as everyone made a mad rush for a kneazle, the poor creatures were sick, he didn't want to frighten them! When everything had settled down a bit, (not to mention he had ducked out of the way due to flying litter!) He found a nice little kneazle and gently knelt down next to it, gently petting its head as he looked around.

"Hey there little one, I'm going to help you feel better okay?" He said softly as he spotted the litter box and then took out his wand and said "Evanesco!" There, that was done though he wanted to clean the actual box too, so another point of his wand and a "Scourgify " And the litter pan was sparkling clean!

Leon grabbed the litter from his supplies and carefully poured it into the pan, making sure not to overflow it! He had a cat at home, so he knew how these things worked. He gently scraped over the top of the litter pan with a scoop to make sure it was even before putting the litter away.

He then took down the dirty drapes and replaced it with a fresh clean one and sat back on his heels..

"There we go, and now.. I have some tonic for you little one. "

The 7th year searched in his supplies for the Kneazle tonic and once he had found it, grabbed a small dropper and sucked up some of the liquid.. Okay.. he moved slightly closer to the creature and gently rubbed the dropper against its nose and the side of its mouth until it opened its mouth and Leon was able to get a few good drops out before the Kneazle got angry! Whew! That was done.

Okay, what was next?

Colt went onto cleaning the drapes. He got the right cleaning supplies and began to scrub it down with his sponge then he finished it up with scourgify. The helpful cleaning spell that does wonders. Too bad he couldn't use it in the muggle world. It would solve all his problems. Now onto the next step. Giving the kneazles 2-3 drops of tonic. Well this should be fun. His looks like he wouldn't put much of a fight. It seemed like it was drained. After putting his cleaning supplies away, he approached the creature carefully. "Hey there buddyy." he coaxed him. "I am not gonna hurt ya..." he promised him. He got the tonic which look like it was in a bottle which wasn't bad. Good thing it wasn't a needle. That is more terrifying.

He got the tonic and prepared for the eyedropper to be filled. Once he filled it, he put his hands in front of the kneazle and it sniffed it. It didn't seem scared at all. He put the eyedropper in front of his face and it shrugged it seemed. He went closer to it's mouth and it turned away from him. Alright new plan. He was gonna do it quickly. He grabbed its mouth gently and he dropped 2-3 drops in. Success. He waited a little bit for it to cool off. He was sure he betrayed its trust.

What was the next step? Oohh cleaning the bottle. Well that was easy.

Sigh… So Vlam needed to be put in a cage what wasn’t his, something she knew her rat wouldn’t like but, there was nothing to do about it because she didn’t wanted to risk it that Vlam would get sick. So with some reluctance she handled her rat over to the professor. “Thank you, professor, it will not happen again she promised although she wasn’t so sure if she actually would keep her rat in her dorm the next time but… The professor didn’t needed to know that, right?

Walking back toward the others, now without Vlam she really felt bad for her rat and she decided to reward Vlam with some cheese after the lesson, just to make sure that her rat wouldn’t be in a bad mood. Stepping in her boots she started working.

Well… Where to start? Hmm… Looking at the list she walked toward one of the cages and started to clean it carefully to not disturb the animal and she removed the litter box sand, what wasn’t such a bad thing. She herself had a rat so she was used to clean cages. Looking up to see what she needed to do more she took the tonic she had brought with her and she carefully gave the animals the two drops of the tonic. Taking her want out next she muttered; “Scourgify” while pointing it at the feeding bottle, something she too did regularly for her own rat and using that same spell was really handy! Hmm… Looking at the bottle with food she decided to take the milk because she thought that they would like it better and she quickly used the hot air charm to warm it up a little, those poor animals were sick after all! Taking the kneazle out of his cage she was relieved that she didn’t had brought Vlam with her who wouldn’t have liked it to be here! “Here you go” she spoke to the animal she was holding while feeding it. She needed to confess that she liked the kneazle but she absolutely didn’t wanted to own one herself.

Folding the kneazle in a blanket while it was eating she sat down and just watched. This wasn’t such a difficult task to do! She actually wished that all her lessons were like this one because, if she would have more of those lessons she knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be late for class because she didn’t wanted to miss this!

Natalie had just warmed the bottle of milk up for the kneazles and was getting ready to feed the one she was taking care of. Merlin, she was glad she had gloves and a mask on, because she had to get NEAR the thing and she didn't want to get sick. Inching closer, Natalie guided the bottle to the kneazle's mouth and was surprised to see the furry thing latch onto it and drink with no problem. Well, this was easy.

With a sigh, Natalie lifted her eyes and looked around while she held the bottle for the kneazle. Her eyes landed on another first year, a Hufflepuff, if she remembered. One of the ones that had a lot of energy, like that one Zoryn girl. He was trying to do magic, it looked like. And... what in the world did he just say?!

A scream left Natalie's throat when the contents of the boy's litter box exploded. Dropping the bottle, Natalie covered her precious, pretty hair with her arms and took cover, feeling the used litter rain over her arms.

"Ew!" She exclaimed, standing back up when the rain was over. She GLADLY listened to the professor and went to clean up at the sink, KICKING Derf in the back of the heel on her way out and muttering under her breath. Boys were DUMB.

Now time to clean the feeding bottle.

This should be a piece of cake. He had to do that on the farm when he was helping Kace feed the animals. He had skills and even better he didn't have to manually clean them out. He could use magic. God bless. He got the bottle and saw how dirty it was. He scrunched his face and used, "Scourgify!" and pointed his wand inside the bottle. It was squeaky clean and he empty the remaining water. He needed to now find some milk. He searched and saw some in a jug and he got a funnel and now time to warm up the bottle first. He used the hot air charm and he pointed his wand and felt the bottle warmth. He next filled the bottle. There complete.

He walked over to his kneazle and saw the bottle and it was waiting in anticipation. It seemed hungry for the milk. He first got him into a blanket because it seemed cold. He snuggled it up and then got the bottle and let it sip on it. Aww this was cute in a way.

All right, Leon looked around for the watering bottle and he gently took it out and used Evanesco again to vanish the dirty water. He picked up his wand and said "Scourgify. " There! Now it was nice and clean, he used his wand again and said "Aguamenti!" He watched as the bottle filled with clear, cool water. He made sure it filled up all the way before saying, "Finite. "

He reattached the water bottle and brushed his hands on his pants, water bottle! Check!

Now he had to feed the poor little thing. He gently scratched its head as he found a bottle and milk in his supplies, he carefully poured the milk into the bottle and then performed the Hot air charm to carefully warm up the bottle.

When it seemed like it was warm enough he carefully used the same method he did to get the drops in its mouth. He ever so gently rubbed the bottle on the Creatures lips and smiled as the Kneazle started to drink the milk.

"There we go.. " He said in a soothing voice as he smiled down at the Kneazle. He carefully moved the blanket over it as it drank the milk, he tucked it in making sure it was nice and comfy. When it was done with the milk, he softy patted it head. And then gathered his supplies..

Poor thing, he hoped it would be all right.

Now that the litter box and the drapes were changed, she could move on the next steps. Well she could if she hadn't spotting James with his kneazle. He was so sweet with it, just look. "You're looking pretty comfortable over there." She smiled watching him for a moment.

The blonde turned her head to the professor when she heard him talking to Ace about about adopting one. "Can we really adopt one? I'd get a license to have one if we can adopt them." She would love to own one of them. Finally a pet she could keep at school.

Anyway back to taking care of the sick kneazle. Moving on the next step , the drops of tonic. Kneazle was a thing? Who knew. Looking through the supplies, though using a summoning charm would have been simpler. Once she found it she give the kneazle its tonic.

One drop.

That was as far as she had gotten before she heard Daisy shouting some about incoming. She didn't have time to react to whatever it was that was coming her way. She covered the kneazle's head, it was all the reaction she could do. Seeing the litter around her. Oh..my...god. 'I've got liter in my hair!" She shook out as much of the litter in her hair, as she could. This was a disaster. A true disaster. Littler in her hair and the kneazle still needed one or two more drops of tonic.

Do you see her dilemma?

Juno found a couple little Kneazles babies snuggling together, and put all her supplies down a few feet away from them. They were both super cute and tiny. One was ginger and the other was solid black. "Hello sweet little ones. I am going to clean you up and get those little bellies full." The kittens roused at her voice and looked up at her, but didn't move much more than that. They must not be feeling very good. She rubbed both of the little babies between their ears. "Alright, you will get more of that in a few minutes. First I need to change out your drapes and litter." Juno stood and went over to their litter box.

It was a good thing she was so far away from everyone else. None of the pooped filled litter from Derf's accident made it to her. She just shook her head and kept working. These first years were really going to make her nuts.

Grabbing her wand she sent a quick scorgify at the litter box. She then changed out the drapes and added more litter to their box. "There we go. Nice and clean for you." She rubbed the little babies for a second, and picked up the ginger one for the next step. It mewed a little but allowed her to hold it. She grabbed the tonic and gave the kneazle 3 drops of the tonic. It was mewing now, not loudly but annoyed. "I know little one. Medicine sucks." She gave the little baby a snuggle before putting it back and picked up the black one. Repeating the same 3 drops of tonic, snuggle, and placing it back next to it's friend.

Her next step was to clean the feeding bottles. "Scorgify! Scorgify!" She cast the spell on both bottles. She looked them over and was satisfied that they were properly clean. She then filled the bottles with milk, warming them just a little with the hot-air charm. She then wrapped the two kittens in their own blankets, not only to keep them warm but it was easier to feed them this way. If their paws were out they would be kneading her hands and she didn't want to get scratched up. Once they were snug enough, and not able to pull their paws out, she laid them down in some hay, and sat down between them, holding the little bottles in their mouths.

They were super sweet kittens and very calm, but that also could have been because of their illness. Juno found herself humming a lullaby to them, when she heard two giant sucking noises. They were definitely fast eaters. She grinned at the milk drunk kittens, pulling the bottles gently out of their mouths. She slowly unwrapped them both and they automatically snuggled up together, just as she found them. She rubbed their heads and placed a single blanket over them. The ginger gave her a small lick, as thanks before completely passing out.

Juno grinned to herself. Baby animals were the cutest thing!

Luckily Junia was able to save herself, her hair, and the kneazle she was caring for from the unfortunate litter incident. She did let out a little shriek, though. The very last thing she needed was to get kneazle waste of any kind on her and the poor sick kneazle was having a tough enough time as it was. Proooobably best for the first year to take better care when working with such materials. He'd learned his lesson, she hoped.

"It's okay now, everything is okay." She turned her attention back to the creature, positioning herself on the floor right in front of him while she got the tonic ready. She'd never had to give Prince Charlie tonic before, so she was a little unsure about the correct procedure. She certainly didn't want to scare the kneazle any. She also didn't want to get scratched. Maybe starting with a small amount of contact and working her way up? Yeah, that was smart!

The third year waited for the kneazle to move closer and then she gently held out her hand, letting him sniff it. When she was confident he wouldn't bite her, she gently stroked the creature between the ears. That seemed to be the right move, as the kneazle was now standing between her legs. She scratched under his chin gently next, wanted for him to be comfortable with her hands close to his mouth. Then she made a move with the tonic. She was quick and careful, gently opening the side of the kneazles mouth so she could place a couple drops in it. When she was done, she smiled. "Good boy." So far, so good.

Bottle cleaning came next and her furry companion was sticking close to the third year as she worked. Apparently she had a fan, which was more than she could've hoped for. "Scourgify." The milk for this was where aga-oh, there it was!

After filling the bottle, the thirteen year old used the hot-air charm on it. It took her a few tries, but she eventually managed one that successfully warmed the milk. "There we go. Who's hungry?" Her kneazle friend seemed to be which was good news.

On the floor once more, Junia happily fed him, keeping him warm in a nice, cozy blanket all the while.

Having got the little kneazle more used to her presence, Char went ahead and took the drapes down to swap them out. Wouldn't it be easier to just use a spell to clean them? Char wasn't sure and she didn't ask because she was already distracted by the next task. Ewww. Litter boxx saaaand. But pooping was NECESSARY and EVERYBODY pooped, especially animals, and they deserved a clean place to do their business too. She changed out the litter and vanished the gross stuff. That was okay, right? And honestly it wasn't nearly as bad as mucking out abraxan stables so she wasn't complaining. Charlotte refilled the tray with clean sand and stopped to give the Kneazle some attention.

"There you go, isn't that better? Nice and clean toilet for you. I'm going to wash my hands again, okay? And then we'll give you your tonic and get you fed." Oh and she still had to clean the feeding bottle. Charlotte washed her hands and then went ahead and cleaned the feeding bottle out, then washed her hand AGAIN. Okay, now she could do the tonic, and then feed the kneazle right after and it wouldn't have to wait!

Ok, crisis averted - for now at least. First things first, he had to get them clean. Kane took his Hufflepuff scarf off and tossed it aside for now - THAT was getting washed later for sure. "Scourgify!" he muttered, waving his wand over his hair and over his little kneazle buddy. Smelly Cat let out a hiss and Kane frowned at him.

"Sorry! I didn't want to be covered in feces either, you know," he told him. He let him off his lap for a moment so he could clean the liter box. That was yucky and he wanted to get it done NOW.

He picked up the shovel and scooped out the - well, the nasty stuff - from the liter box and tossed it in the appropriate rubbish bin. He then got some fresh liter and filled it back up again so it was all ready for when Smelly Cat needed to use it again.

Next, the drapes. He took the dirty ones, tossed them aside, and got fresh new ones. Nice and soft and warm. "Like it Smelly Cat?" he asked his kneazle with a grin.

All he did in return was stare at him.

"Scourgify!" Charlotte cast the scouring charm and gave the feeding bottle a really good scrub out, making sure that it was clean and using a bit of elbow grease before she was satisfied. She gave it a rinse too and then decided that her Kneazle could have milk. Milk was comforting. She filled the feeding bottle and then put it aside while she got the tonic ready.

"Hey little Kneazle. Let me help you out okay?" She tried to coax it closer but in the end she had to reach for it and grab it by its scruff, still being gentle but also firm enough to make sure it wouldn't get away from her when she was giving it the tonic. She DID have to force its mouth open though, which was okay, she'd done that with her crup before, so Char carefully got the Kneazle's mouth open and got three drops of tonic in there.

"There there! Its all over now. Lets have some milk and wrap up warm shall we?" Charlotte said in a comforting tone. And since she had the feeding bottle all ready now she distracted the little thing from its discomfort with the bottle and watched anxiously, waiting to see if it would feed.

While she hadn't actually suffered any damage, the litter box incident had been entirely too close to comfort, and she was sick of people being idiots in class. Maybe it wasn't their fault if they weren't good enough wizards to cast a simple spell properly, but then they could ask for help instead of being a liability to everyone else! Sinead cast dark looks around the room as she bent back to her kneazle, still mindful of the steps that had been written out on the board and the fact that she wanted a good grade in all her classes.

She'd not even finished step one, though luckily the clean drapes she'd taken from the supplies had fallen under her shield charm so they wouldn't need replacing. She spread them carefully across the enclosure, before catching her kneazle and holding it firmly to her body. It wasn't going to like being fed tonic, but it would just have to put up with that before it could have any food. She pinched the sides of its upper jaw just like she had to when giving her cat pills, slipping her fingers behind its canines to lever its mouth open and dispensing three rapid drops of the tonic before the kitten could attempt to resist.

This done, she released the kneazle for a minute while she examined the feeding bottle, fishing her wand out of her robes with the other hand.
"Scourgify," she murmured, before filling it with the milk she'd collected earlier on and heating it gently. It was always so satisfying, when she could complete just little tasks like that with the magic she'd learned. That was one thing that was really great about Hogwarts- you got to use what you studied, unlike at muggle schools, where most of the subjects were only good for taking exams. Though, Sinead was a bit of an exam devotee as well.

She could only imagine that the kneazle would be keen to be fed, but it seemed a little wary of her since she'd administered the tonic- apparently not a big fan of its medication. Frowning, she waved the bottle at its face; when that didn't entice it over, she reached out and snared the kitten around the middle once more, unhooking its tiny claws from the matting to place it on her lap and thrust the bottle at its face.

Still not keen. That didn't seem healthy.
"Professor, mine won't drink the milk? Is it because it's ill or is it something to do with the bottle?" Sinead looked up, unable to raise a hand because both were occupied with the kitten.

Kneazle tonic. Okay. Etta could do that. She smiled at the cat, patting it every now and then and giving words of encouragement. She was sure that it was already getting better, yes? Sure looked like it. The girl sat next to the little creature, feeling a little unsure but decided to just do it anyway. Trying not to make any sudden movements, she carefully reached for the kneazle. It seemed quite friendly.. good. She swiftly gave it a couple drops of the tonic. And YAY!

Etta grinned. "You're really cute. I like you. You must be hungry, right? Don't worry, I'm going to give you something to have now." Etta pulled out her wand, proceeded to clean the feeding bottle first with a "Scourgify" and filled it with milk, before she used the hot air charm to make the bottle a little worm. Did it work? ..... oh yeah, it did.

Charlotte adjusted her mask and then moved the feeding bottle up, anxiously. What if it wouldn't drink?

What if.... oh! She hadn't warmed it! Maybe that was why? Char took her wand out and warmed the bottle carefully, not wanting to make it too hot. She tested it on her arm and everything to be sure, and THAT apparently was enough to get the kneazle's little nose twitching and it licked the drop on her arm. Char laughed and held the bottle out, beaming under her mask when the kneazle began to drink.

Oh thank goodness. She hadn't noticed the chaos going on around her, so focused she'd been on the tasks at hand. And luckily not close enough to deal with the.... fallout.

Much as Katy was delighted by being able to handle kneazles, even sick ones, her little heart broke about them being sick. One of them in particular, a little gingery one with a hooked ear, made her heart roll over and die. He was about as far from Miaow as a kneazle could be, since Miaow was glossy and clean and purebred and prissy, and he was slightly feral and definitely not prissy... but he still broke her heart.

"Hey little bub," she cooed at him as she knelt beside where the kneazle was curled, feebly licking a paw and just looking miserably. It brought her pleasure to clean out his litter box and change the cloth in his crate. Clean house made the sick feel better already! "Just lay there and be still and I'll take care of you."

While she was cleaning, Katy took her wand to the feed bottle. "Scourgify. Don't want my little bub getting sick. He deserves a nice clean home and a nice clean bottle and... oh, sweet baby." Now he was licking her. Ugh, her heart. Could. Not. Take. It.

"Just open up, sweet baby bub," Katy fed him two drops, and then a third, of the tonic. Hopefully his fur would be glossy and full once he felt better. Hopefully he'd have some pep in his step. Hopefully he'd feel all better soon. She filled the now-clean bottle with milk and offered it to the kneazle. In spite of the fact it wasn't warmed, he took to it with some enthusiasm. The tonic must be working already!

"Sweet boy. C'mere." Katy wrapped him in a blanket and dragged him into her lap.

With all of the litter of her hair, hopefully She made sure the Kneazle was okay. The poor thing did need the litter and other stuff on him. That could make his illness worst. Seeing that everything was okay she finished giving the little one the Kneazle tonic. two more drops, 3 all together

"Are you hungry?" She patted the Kneazle on the head and petted him. Maybe she should name him you know just in case she got to keep him, that way he would already have a name. He needed a name no matter what anyway.

She would have to come up with a name. Back to the bottle so Mr. No name could eat so he could get heathy and strong again. "Scourgify." Saying the spell with a wave of her wand. Checking to make sure that the bottle was clean enough to use. Ensuring that she could use it she filled the bottle about half way with milk. If the Kneazle finished the milk she would try the liquid food.

"Ventus!" Warming up the bottle, with the hot air charm. She checked to make sure it wasn't too hot. Or it would 1) not eat it if it was too hot or 2) burn the Kneazle. Either one wasn't a good thing. It was warm enough.

Hopefully there's no more shenanigans happened anymore. Jordan then heard a student calling out his name, perhaps she needed some assistance. "Yes, some disease is just for a specific creatures, like infection. That's because the bacteria that caused it specifically attacked certain species. But cold is pretty common sickness." He explained.

Her kneazle didn't want to drink the milk? "Hmmm.... If the kneazle doesn't want to drink the milk, try feeding it with the liquid food instead. Stroke its head before feeding the kneazle. But if it still refused to take the meal, let me know. And don't forget to warm it first. " He checked on the kneazle's condition first and it seemed like the kneazle was doing fine. Maybe it just didn't like milk.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

"S-S-SORRY!"

A cry that was meant for everyone who had suffered his accidental explosion. It wasn't his fault that OWL level spells were HARD, you know? Or that, although unaware of this himself, that the combination of wood and wand core of his particular wand was especially temperamental and unstable. Combine that with his stutter and, well, the first year really was a well intended walking disaster waiting to happen.

"IT WAS-S-S AN ACCIDENT!"

So please still be his friend?

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Finishing with the question, the CoMC professor put Leesha's rat at the safe place and back to the lesson and then.... Something happened.

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Holy crups.

With a quick reflect, he cast shield charm to protect himself from the litter disaster. Jordan observed around to see how could this happened. Realized that it happened because a certain Hufflepuff miscast a spell, he just shook his head and speechless. Seriously, he had no idea what to say to Derfael. He could not be mad at the boy, it's not his fault that he couldn't perform the spell. But well, maybe just a little friendly reminder then. "Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne..." He put his hand on Derfael's shoulder. "Next time if you need a help for casting a spell or something else, don't be afraid to ask me or the older students."

That's all. Could they move on and continue with the activity? "If any of you have become the litter victim, I give you time to clean yourself."

But...the thing was, professor, he didn't KNOW that he needed help? He had been wanting to practice and how could he practice if he had someone else perform the spell FOR him?

"I'm not afraid to as-s-sk for help, profes-ss-s-sor," he replied sincerely. Because he wasn't. "Just fought I could do the s-s-spell on my own..." But since it seemed that was discouraged...maybe he ought not try ANY of the other spells required this lesson?

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A scream left Natalie's throat when the contents of the boy's litter box exploded. Dropping the bottle, Natalie covered her precious, pretty hair with her arms and took cover, feeling the used litter rain over her arms.

"Ew!" She exclaimed, standing back up when the rain was over. She GLADLY listened to the professor and went to clean up at the sink, KICKING Derf in the back of the heel on her way out and muttering under her breath. Boys were DUMB.

Doing his best to clean off his robes, Derf peeked inside his pocket to make sure that Scamander was doing alright when ---

"OWIE!" he yelped, hopping up and down on one foot after his other had come under attack. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey..."

Was for those of the genus Equus... but there were none of those here right now.

Bending down to rub his heel, Derf POUTED at the girl and looked back to his kneazle apologetically - who now seemed to be 100000% DONE with him now - and retrieved the kneazle tonic and a bowl of wet food. He could do THIS much without the need of his wand...

Setting the food in front of the kneazle, a pleased smile spreading across his face as the creature seems to be eager to eat a little since it was now sniffing it with that LOOK in its eyes, the first year came back around and held the creature in place to administer the tonic. Sometimes...you had to be a TINY bit firm with creatures...same with people. His mum and dad had had to sit on him from time to time to make him take potions when he was sick, so he knew first hand.

Ignoring the hissing that came from the tonic administration - really, the creature would thank him later - Derf nudged the bowl of wet food towards the kneazle. "Meow? Meoooooow?" he offered. Because he had no problems hand feeding the creature if that made eating easier. Which seemed to be the case, so into the wet food went his finger and right under the kneazle's nose went said finger.

HEHE...its tongue felt funny. Never could get used to that sandpaper texture.

James looked back at Kat. "What? I'm just doing what the professor told us to do." He grinned cheekily. James already knew when it comes to taking care of creatures such as these...he would act differently towards them. He just couldn't resist their cute but sickly little furry faces. "You're not doing so bad either." He smirked, as he too sneaked a glance at Kat with her sick kneazle.

Time to give the little girl her medicine. "Come here, little one..." He picked the kneazle up in one of his arms and administered the tonic. She resisted it at first but relented after much coaxing. He realized it wasn't hard to feed the baby kneazle. It just needs a little encouragement yeah...

Next was to clean the baby kneazle's bottle by using the scouring charm."Scourgify,"he cast with his wand. There...her bottle was all new and clean again. "Hungry, baby girl? I'll get some warm milk for ya..."he cooed. He poured the milk midway into the bottle and giving it a little shake once he add the lid on.

But James had to glance up again when there was commotion going on at the other corner. He couldn't help but stifle his laugh. He walked to where Kat was with his baby girl still in his arms. "You've got kneazle's doo-doo on your hair..." He waved his wand to help remove all the sand particles.

Charlotte watched her Kneazle drink, seemingly growing stronger as the milk hit its lil tummy. She looked up while it drank, and around at the people she could see from her spot. Whyyy was lil Derfael yelling so much? Good thing the professor was floating around because it meant Char didn't have to worry, not unless Derf or another firstie came to her directly.

The slurping noise that indicated the Kneazle was getting to the last little drips in the bottle caught her attention and she smiled down at it.

"Time to wrap up warm now I think. And I have a blanket right here for you." She carefully arranged the Kneazle and snugged the blanket around it, stroking its ears until it began a weak purr, exhausted after its little feeding frenzy just now.

Olivia's attention was properly on Professor Hernandez as he went through the process of answering questions and addressing the concerns of her peers. As well as dealing with more drama with the young Slytherin and Gryffindor. Sigh. And.... has someone really brought their pet to class? Either way, it seemed she wasn't the only one who'd been curious about the kneazles recovery time. Actually, it was heartwarming how invested her classmates immediately seemed to be. Ever Ace had went as far as inquiring about actually adopting the sick creatures. Considering she already had Gus, Liv tried not to seem to eager about the idea, but... Well, perhaps her ermine could do with a brother or sister. It would certainly give her something else to keep busy with, which was her main goal these days. Keeping busy in whatever ways possible.

Also, he'd greenlighted the after-lesson care idea, which Char had shown interest in, as well. And her sweet Harvey. Feeling nothing but Indifference at the smile Char was flashing her way (because she'd been actively avoiding both her and Chloe)... Olivia forced her own enthusiastic expression. Very forced. She was not interested in the idea of having to answer anymore uncomfortable questions. So, if none were asked, that could be okay. Speaking of questions....

... Before she'd had the chance to ask about XXX adoption and the aforementioned licenses (which seemed silly to her, but she didn't made the rules about these things), other classmates were speaking up and voicing their own queries.... But unfortunately, disaster struck, AGAIN, in the form of the smol Hufflepuff boy known as Derf. And before the professor had had the chance to get around to answering Ace and Katty, too. There may have been others.... but... Well, forgive her distraction, as poop was flying in every which way. Derf had been... trying to clean the litter box? Olivia hadn't been paying attention... but instead of actually clearing away the disgusting litter, the spell had backfired? Without a thought, the Gryffindor magically shielded herself from the excrement, a bit jaded as she stared at said Hufflepuff. Oh, she was sure he hadn't meant to. The poor kid was a stuttering mess, but... Sigh. It was irresponsible to fling poop. Diseases could be caught that way. Her mother had said so. And it was excrement from sick animals. It couldn't be safe...

Merlin, she sounded like her mother. If that wasn't enough to disgust and upset herself....

Protected from the literal shh-storm, the Gryffindor went about breaking away from the crowd to finding her own kneazle. One to bond with and perhaps.... adopt very soon; if the Professor could ever get this class in order long enough to have the time to explain. That possibility wasn't looking too good, to be honest............... Oh! A small white and praline colored kneazle!.... And he? she? looked absolutely miserable, and it was no wonder why. It's pin was a mess, but it didn't appear to be old mess. Had this poor thing JUST gotten sick?.... Olivia's heart went out to the creature, at once... Understanding all too well the unpleasant sensation of throwing up. It was the most horrible sensation to ever exist. "It's okay..." Her tone remained low as she very carefully made her approach. Slow and careful, so not to startle it. "I'm not going to hurt you." Nope, she most certainly was NOT. Never, either. "....How about we get this cleaned up... This can't be too comfortable." In fact, the little love could probably do with a warming charm, some soothing blankets... Maybe a few stuffed animals? At fourteen, Liv still felt soothed by all her stuffed dolls at home.

Okay, first things, first..... "Let's get this sick cleaned up." Still moving rather slowly, she carefully withdrew her wand, showing it to the creature. "It's just this. No need to be worried." If it was.... She couldn't very well read it's mind, you know?..... Aiming at the chunky pile next to the animal bed, Liv cast a quiet Scourgify.... and then another, just to be safe. As her mother liked to say; things could never be too clean. "See?.... Is that already much better?" She imagined it smelled better, at any rate. Speaking of... Perhaps she'd get that litter box nex, though she was a bit spent on this, given the crisis from before.

Eyes on you, Hufflepuff boy.... WHO WAS ALSO SHOUTING.... Liv quickly attempted to shield her patient from the loud noises. Sigh. SIGH.

Dude, please shut it up.

Cleaning litter boxes, though. As the PROUD owner of an ermine (or stoat, whatever you wanted to call it), Liv knew a thing or two about smelly pet waste. And a quick and efficient way to take care of it. Taking a breath, and a moment to concentrate, she made slow, yet precise movements with her wand. In the hopes that her kneazles wouldn't have a bad reaction. Though, now that she was getting a better look at hers, he (or she) didn't seem to have the strength to fuss about too much. Eh... Still. It made her feel better not to cause it any emotional distress. Close to her heart, that was....

Anyway, clearing the litter away completely (and giving it a little rinse), Liv made to find a fresh batch. That would be in the barn someplace, right? Kept dry... So, dry storage?.... Ah! levitating the bag back, because she didn't think she could physically carry it, in all honesty, the Gryffindor made to top off the litter box; not filling it up completely, as the animal would be using it more now that she wasn't feeling well (and that would've used up a lot of litter quiet quickly).... Hmmm. Economical, you see?

Now about this kneazle tonic.... If it was awful, Olivia would not have been able to stomach forcing it down her animal's throat. That wasn't something she was personally down with. So... Um, maybe she just wouldn't do that bit, as she might've had a violent personal response to this herself. Not being dramatic (I know, GASP!), but yeah. That wasn't happening. Sorry, Professor.... And seeing as her little guy or girl had just gotten sick recently, feeding them probably wasn't in the creature's best interest. If their tummy was upset, it wouldn't due to make it sick again, right? Was that good thinking? She wasn't 100% sure... "How about I just get you wiped up and wrap you up in a warm, soft blanket? We can think about food later, when your tummy isn't so icky." Leaving for just a moment to collect the needed supplies: a bucket of warm water, a sponge, a towel....and a few blankets.... the Gryffindor went about dipping the sponge down into the bucket, and then giving her kneazle a little bath. Personally, when she was sick, baths were the absolute best. So... Liv felt confident her kneazle would appreciate one, too.

It took several moments.... About twenty (but who was counting?), until she was properly finished; setting both items to the side. "Is that much better? .....You know, my mum used to do this for me when I wasn't feeling that great. She would tell me stories about princesses and princes... And hum my favorite melodies to while I drifted off to sleep." With a small smile, Olivia used a small Ventus charm to provide a little blow-drying action, and then used one of the blankets to properly line the bed. "...and you're a little miss, so I guess I should pick out a name for you, unless you're too cool for that..." Using another of the blankets, she swaddled the kneazle up into a little sushi roll..... "I wanted to give you a plushie to sleep with, but my Transfiguration magic is a bust. I'm so sorry." A point of annoyance for her, but what could she do? "Maybe I'll come back and bring you one of mine." The blonde did have more than her fair share... Perhaps she'd sacrifice one... Maybe even two...

..... "Would you like a story? I could tell you the one about Bambi...."

It was time to go to work and Janelle was pumped. She entered the barn with her supplies and looked around. Which kneazle would she choose? Seeing a cute little one who was all alone, Janelle went over to him. "Hi there little guy. Looks like you're feeling a little under the weather. Don't worry, I'm going to help you get well.". Following the first and possibly most important step, the Ravenclaw cleaned the area around the kneazle. "Scourgify", she said, making sure her work area was super clean. Once that was done, she changed the drapes.

Kneeling down, she moved closer to her patient. "My name is Janelle and I'm going to take very good care of you." Giving him a reassuring pat, she proceeded to continue cleaning. Pointing her wand at the dirty litter box, she said, "Evanesco". With the litter box now empty, Janelle cleaned it. Then she retrieved her fresh kneazle litter and poured it into the box. Just to make sure her gloves were clean, Janelle scourgified them.

Now that the cleaning was done, Janelle was ready to move on to the next task. First though, she addressed the kneazle. "What's your name buddy? Do you have one?" Janelle didn't know whether or not the Professor named all of the animals. She'd have to ask him. "I'll just call you Buddy for now."

Next on the list was the tonic. Janelle grabbed a dropper and the tonic. Then she drew some of liquid into the dropper. "Don't be afraid little one. I'm going to give you some medicine to make you feel better." Janelle was being very careful, she didn't want to startle the animal. "Open up baby", she said. Janelle put the dropper near the kneazles mouth. He wasn't exactly opening, but he wasn't resisting it either. With a little bit of maneuvering, she was able to get the dropper partially into Buddy's mouth. She gave it one squeeze. When he began to swallow, Janelle followed up with two more squeezes. "Does that taste good?", she asked the kneazle.

Janelle took a moment to cuddle the kneazle. Now that they were friends, she felt safe in picking him up. Holding her baby, she soothingly stroked his fur. "You know what? A little food in your stomach will make you feel even better. Time to eat." Gently setting the kneazle in her lap, Janelle picked up the feeding bottle. "Scourgify", she said, preparing the bottle for her Buddy's meal. She decided that she would give him milk and poured some into the little bottle. Buddy secure in her lap, Janelle directed her wand toward the bottle and said, "Ventus"

Janelle knew a little bit about feeding babies, so she squirted a little milk onto her wrist. The milk was warm and not hot, which was good. Wouldn't want to burn the baby's mouth. Janelle picked the kneazle up and cradled him gently. Then she put the bottle up to his mouth, hoping for the best. Thank Merlin her patient was cooperative. He opened his mouth with a little prodding and began to suck from the bottle. "Good job! Let's drink all of your milk little one." Janelle held the kneazle as he slowly drank from his bottle. With a little coaxing, he was able to finish the entire thing.

Janelle continued to pet her new friend and then placed a blanket on top of him. He seemed nice and cozy in her lap and soon fell asleep. Glad that he had eaten and was now resting, Janelle sat quietly with her Buddy. She was definitely going to have to come back to visit him. Now that she was his personal nurse, she could not rest until she knew that he was all better.

"...........And then, though his mother had been stolen away in a horrendous series of events, Bambi decided to search out his true father, The Great Prince.".... Olivia had been dramatically recalling the story with all the appropriate soft tones and character voices... Though, whether or not her kneazle really understood what she was carrying on about, there was no way to know. It was decidedly cathartic for her, as well... delving down into a Disney tale to pass the time and soothe another living soul.

"The Great Prince took pity on him, because Bambi had been unaware that he was his father. Could you imagine? Living all those years and not knowing..." It had made her sad at one time... but then again, Olivia boasted the best father that had ever existed. She was... So lucky, so fortunate, so grateful....

"Are you comfortable?" Running her fingers down the kneazle's ear, Liv smiled. "You're an adorable little lady, aren't you?" Maneuvering, she laid right there on the ground with her kneazle. She didn't care too much about her school robes, to be honest. That's what the laundry was for...

The lesson was about to end, wasn't it?

Ah, now he understood. It's not wrong if Derfael wanted to try the spells but some people have their limits, right? He's still a first year while Evanesco is a OWL-level spell. "You have plenty of time to master the spell, don't worry." Again he patted the ickle Hufflepuff's shoulder. Jordan appreciated that he was eager to try the spell, although he failed.

Another student seemed interested in adopting the kneazle too. "Yes, Miss Delgado. If you're interested to adopt one, we should talk about it in my hut sometime later. You too, Mr. Salander." He said to the potential adopter.

The CoMC Professor checked his watch. Merlin.

"Okay, students. Time's up!" He announced to them. "Thank you for coming to the class today, you can still visit the kneazles sometime outside the class. And if some of you still want to finish treating them, I will give you time." Unless they had another class to attend. He didn't want his colleagues complaining about late students because of the activity in his lesson.

"For those who has finished, you can leave the barn. Leave the supplies, boots and the mask at the front door. Don't forget to wash your hands."

OOC: Yay, thanks for attending the lesson guys! I will leave this thread opened for 24 hours for you who still wants to post their characters leaving/continuing the work.