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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

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...

She didn't care if the boy was sorry. Sorry didn't get kneazle poo out of her hair. Natalie scowled at the boy as she walked by, muttering "Such a drama queen," under her breath on her way to the sink. She cleaned herself off as best as she could before returning to her own kneazle.

Right, now it was time for that kneazle tonic. Natalie got the little vial of tonic and gave the kneazle a few drops, making a face as she did so. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but... it was still a kneazle.

So, the kneazle was fed and her area was clean. The tonic was given and the poo had been scooped. Natalie finished up by fluffing up the kneazle's blankets and making sure it was nice and warm. Once she was all finished, she grabbed her supplies and returned them to where they belonged and threw away her gloves and her mask.

Now, she was going to go take a long, HOT shower.

The lesson was finishing up, but Brent still had a little more work to do. His first order of business was cleaning himself up after that whole litter pan cleaning he had to do. Yeah, he knew he'd just get dirty again, but this was poop he'd been dealing with. He at least wanted that off! He did a quick clean before decided he should give a kneazle a few drops of that tonic.

He headed over and collected the tonic then set about trying to find a kneazle that still looked a little under the weather. Most were starting to look pretty good by now. There was one in the corner, though, that still looked a little rough. "Hey, girl," he said, walking slowly up to her. He slowly guided his hand toward her to gain her trust. When she looked like she was okay with him being there, he got a little closer.

"This might make you feel better," he said, and he lifted the tonic to her mouth. She surprisingly allowed him to give her a few drops. When he was done, he pet her for a bit before needing to walk away. "You feel better, girl."

Etta finished feeding the kneazle after a little while, still murmuring softly and feeling so very glad that it was already looking way better than it was. That felt good, yes. Still grinning stupidly, she wrapped the kneazle around with a blanket, hoping that it felt snug and warm. Aw, was it falling asleep? EEEEP. Wasn't that the CUTEST? "I'm going to visit you often, okay?"

Etta got up finally, now that she'd finished all the tasks, wondering what to do? Was class over? Could they leave? Or not? She shrugged before bending down to pat the creature again, deciding that she might as well spend more time with the kneazle.

Uh oh.

She was so focused on being unhappy that she had fallen behind. Okay okay, there was so much to do. So Zoryn RAN and looked at the little kneazles. ”Hi, I’m gonna make you feel ALL BETTER!” It’d be LOADS of fun.

So she picked one up and properly held it all snuggly and close. Okay, okay. First set of instructions. Kneazle tonic. She could SO do that. Uh, where’s the tonic?

No, you know what?! Kneazle tonic sounded nasty. She’d skip that step. ”You don’t want medicine, right?” the Kneazle didn’t answer because it was a kneazle. Instead, she made her way to grab a blanket for it. And burrito-ed it up all warm and snug.

There, perfect.

The next thing on the list was the scouring charm…. Which… Zoryn didn’t know how to do yet. Sooooooooooooooo….. She set the kneazle down (and luckily it started taking a snooze) and walked over to where she had washed her hands. Manual washing was even better than MAGIC washing. Zoryn thought, anyways.

One clean bottle coming right up!!! Once the bottle was clean, she walked back to her lil’ snug and filled the bottle up with milk. Again, she didn’t know how to preform the hot air charm… So instead she just straight up tried to feed it the milk. What an adventure.

Changing the bedding sand of the Kneazles was surprisingly fun. After she was done changing the sand, she realized that the Kneazle had wandered off during the middle of her cleaning. "Where are you?" she asked, staring after the Kneazles, trying to find one that was not occupied with any student. She saw one wandering around at the edge of the barn and decided that must be him. They made eye contact, and to Kitty's surprise that prompted him to walk back towards her.

"Scourgify." The bottle was now cleaned. She filled it with milk just as the Kneazle arrived.

"Come here cutie," Kitty cooed, bending down and tentatively extending her hands towards the Kneazle. It stared at them curiously before allowing her to pick him up.

Then he began to drink up the milk.

So this particular kneazle appeared to be a little bit temperamental. Or maybe it just didn't like medicine, which, to be honest, was perfectly understandable to her. Daisy had tried to pet and snuggle it into submission but the most she could give him was one drop of tonic because the fussing became too much. Okay, one drop would do? Professor Hernandez had said these kneazles were on the road to recovery already, right?

So what was the difference?

She definitely needed to set down the little creature before she prepared the next task, though, so she softly set it inside its litter. "I'll be right back, little buddy. Promise!" As fast as she could, she went to retrieve the feeding bottle and scourgified. She couldn't really remember how to cast an hot air charm so cold milk would have to do! After filling the clean, but cold, bottle, Daisy moved back towards her kneazle and once more picked it up. Then she softly rocked it as it drank up the milk. So, it didn't like the tonic but it did like the milk and Daisy smiled at that. Smart kneazle definitely knew what was good for him!

After a while, the creature seemed to have enough of milk and stopped gurgling it down, so Daisy set the bottle down and got a warm, fluffy blanket. Oooh. These were really good? She was half-tempted to steal one, but she rather thought the Professor would catch her so, instead, she wrapped the fabric around the kneazle like she had seen her Mum do to her younger siblings. Perfect! Now it was all tucked in, fed and cosy. Whispering a few parting words to the sick kneazle, the Slytherin carefully laid it down on its litter and went to get ready to leave.

Gloves and mask off, she thoroughly washed her hands and finally swapped back into her uniform shoes. All done then.

Sinead couldn't say she'd ever choose the suspicious looking "liquid food" over good honest milk, but then she wasn't a kneazle, so what did she know? She thanked the professor, quickly refilling her bottle and warming it once more. She wiggled this enticing new offering at the kneazle and it seemed to perk up a little, crawling hesitantly towards her. It took a couple of minutes of sitting calmly and patiently until she apparently regained the kitten's trust, but eventually it sat beside her once more and took a good drink of the liquid food, seeming to become sleepier by the second as it drank. It was practically falling over itself by the time it finished; its floppy, sleepy little body was easy to cover in a blanket and she laid it carefully in its bed to rest, feeling a little tender towards it. Okay, it was hard to resist a baby kneazle's cuteness, even as a self-professed animal disliker.

With the kneazle taken care of, Sinead bid farewell to her professor and made her way out of the class, pausing to wash her hands (very) thoroughly on the way out. If every COMC lesson could be like that, maybe she'd keep the subject on after all.

The next item on the list was a pretty easy one, which Brent was happy about. After cleaning out those litter pans first and foremost, anything on the list seemed easier and better. Brent took everything out of his hands except for his wand, which he gripped firmly in his right hand.

Time to clean some feeding bottles. He just hoped they weren't disgusting and nasty from the previous feeding. Why did they even need cleaning? Was it just to make sure they were sanitized, or did they still have dried up, old food in them? Brent approached the bottles with caution.

Looking them over, he saw that they were pretty much clean, so this was just a sanitation issue after all. GOOD. Brent began the process of cleaning the bottles and getting them ready for the next feeding. "Scourgify!" he said, as he worked on the cleaning. "Scourgify!" Pretty soon, Brent had the bottles looking good and ready for the feeding.

Giving James nod, of thanks and a big smile. He was doing a great job as far as she could see. She gave him a thumbs up, just a thumbs up, she was too focused on taking care of the kneazle. Hopefully the kneazle would eat. She knew that it was hard to eat sometimes when you didn't feel good. Puttting the bottle up to it's mouth she waiting for the kneazle to take it. "Come on, baby. You got to eat so you will get better." That would be the best thing for kneazle right now. She kept trying to get the kneazle to take it.

With a frown she tried to think another way to get him to eat. Maybe he needed to be more comfortable. Sitting the bottle down she got the blanket and wrapped the kneazle in the blanket. Giving him the bottle again. This time he took it. Great now that her kneazle was on the road to recovery. She let him eat while she rocked him.

Seeing that James again she grinned. "Thanks. I had to make sure the kneazle, didn't get any on him." That would have been bad. Shaking off the the little wasn't enough apparently. She chuckled. Watching the little kneazle eat. It was like he was getting better already.

Oh man, time was up. She would just hang around until the kneazle finished all of his food, then she would clean up and leave.

Dinnerrrrr time!

Brent could handle this part of taking care of sick animals. He just bet they were messy eaters, but it wasn't like Brent was some girly girl. He was a guy, and this part of getting messy was no big deal for him. Those litter pans, though... He had just cleaned a few of the bottles with scourgify, so the only thing he had left to do was fill the bottles with the food then bottle feed the animals.

What did they eat anyway? He had kind of failed to figure that one out. Looking around, he saw somebody else bottle feeding with milk, so he decided to go that route. Sounded good to him. He filled two of the bottles with milk then headed back to the same creature he'd worked with a few minutes ago. He used his wand to heat the bottles to a nice temperature then took a seat next to the creature.

"What's up, girl? You remember me?" he asked her. She must have, because she leaned her head down for him to pet her...which he did. He then lifted the bottle to her mouth and let her drink. He just chilled in silence while she polished off a bottle. It took a while, but he figured it was because she was sick. When she nudged the second bottle with her nose, Brent decided to feed her that one, as well. This was a pretty cool animal. He'd have to come back and see her from time to time.

Cutie Patootie lil' kneazle was all safe and snug in the blanket.

Zoryn was proud of her work. Except for the fact that she didn't give the poor little kitten medicine... But uh, the Professor wouldn't notice right? PLUS it's not like it'd make a HUGE difference. The kneazle didn't even look that awful. Plus, mother always said that it was better to get well NATURALLY without medicine.

So YEAH. Totally justifiable.

Anyways.

Zoryn gave the little kneazle a nuzzle and a few scratches behind it's ear before laying it down with the rest of it's family. Could she leave now? Because she was still kinda upset. And needed to SULK AND BE DRAMATIC about it, OKAY?? Because she wasn't allowed to be dramatic here and SHE NEEDED to have her time.

So with that, she took off the mask and boots and didn't say goodbye to her Professor. Because she was still upset with him. Mhm.