At Professor Williamson's introduction to the lesson, Avalon finally peeked into the little contraption to see the jarveys. She couldn't believe that she had never actually seen one in person before. Her brother, Archer, had frequently asked to keep one as a secret pet, but Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair never gave in. It was kind of cute - she had to admit that. But it didn't do much to brighten her mood. And with the news of the impending downpour, she was even more annoyed. Her hair was frizzy and her robes were damp. This was not how she wanted her day to go.

Nevertheless, she figured she should at least participate. After listening to some of her classmates' responses, she raised her hand. Obviously animals were affected by their environments. It seemed like a rather simple question. "I think that some species are better at adapting to different environments. If you take an animal out of its habitat, some will be disoriented and unable to survive. But others are more flexible." She couldn't really think of any examples off the top of her head. But it seemed like a logical conclusion. Like cats, right? Shadow could live in the castle with her, but he could also live back at home. Or he could live outside if he wanted.

Ohhh, JARVEYS. Awesome! They were energetic and hyper, and that's the kind of pace Isla liked to keep up with! She watched them in interest, or at least until her over-active mind started to wander off to some other thought. What was up with that pit over there anyway? After this school year, if she never saw a shovel again, that would be super okay with her. Her mind drifted back to the jarveys again, and she focused on them a little more until she heard an outburst about shamrocks.

She followed around the jarveys with her gaze until WWW popped a question on them. Hmm... "An animal's whole body is designed for their natural habitat. Like...fish might die on land. A polar bear might die in the desert. Stuff like that," she said. "Oh, and there might be predators in some environments that certain animals can't find off, and then that animal might be the predator in a completely different environment."

Heath blinked, slightly confused by the professor’s grunt, but he didn’t dwell on it for long. He had more important things to worry about, like Claudine’s cold! It wasn’t so much that he was worried about catching it - he’d eventually recover if he did! He was more worried that this weather would make it worse, especially when the overheard Professor… something with a W tell that Hufflepuff guy (Minjae) to put his umbrella down. Normally he would never question authority, but that seemed… counterproductive.

Heath was conflicted! Keep covering Claudine, and risk points loss… Obey Professor W, and leave his friend exposed to the elements. Which was the lesser of the two evils? Personally, he was more afraid of getting into trouble than he was of getting wet, but this wasn’t all about him. Wait, that gave him an idea; maybe there was a third option. “I think you need this more than I do,” he whispered, handing the umbrella off to Claudine as he bowed out from under it to take a seat on the nearest stump. She could decide for herself whether or not to continue using it, though he secretly hoped she would. As for taking notes, he had no idea how that was going to work, so he simply shrugged in reply.

Heath paid close attention as the lesson began, his eyes darting from the professor to the jarveys as one of the creatures started yelling about shamrocks. That got a faint smile from him. As for the question, his initial thoughts turned to fear response. He knew that some animals like himself tended to withdraw when they felt threatened, but that sounded almost exactly like… well, a lot of the other answers, though he’d lost track of who said what. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t think of an original way to word his answer, so he kept quiet for now, hoping that his silence wouldn’t be mistaken for inattention.

Did Carsyn have an umbrella with her? No and it was honestly the worst since her hair was frizzing up and her anti-frizz serum wasn't working properly also she was running low on it and the lack of deliveries wasn't helpful.

She did crack a smile at Nem's hypothetical example because well, Carsyn was almost certain that Nina Castillo would be the same sour (foul?) witch she was inside the pit as well as on dry land. It was just her personality though. Not something that could be helped.

As far as the question, well, Carsyn was half tempted to play devil's advocate and argue that environment didn't impact an animal but honestly she had zero strength and energy for that debate. Also, she kind of forgot what that train of thought was other than no, it didn't effect animals. So instead Carsyn just found herself biting her lower lip in thought. Had someone mentioned humans? Maybe?

"Uh... I think it's.... animals... they could also be effected by situational things too. Like, are humans present in the environment? Are there other creatures present?" Like when she inconveniently brought a gerbil to a cat lesson. A gerbil that was safely in her dorm since she hadn't been able to get it home. Sorry, Willie.

Right, so... "We've had a few good points about environment impacting or even changing animals, humans, etc...." he trailed off as though trying to remember his next question, and, in general, what point he was trying to make with this class, and what the connection was between the first question and the one he was supposed to ask now.

Huh. He scratched his stubble as he thought, his brown eyes darting around for a clue...

"Jarveys!" AHA YES, thank Merlin for visual cues like a playground full of squeaky weasels. He patted the top of the playground they were still RUNNING THROUGH like mad. "TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT JARVEYS. What are they like? Do Muggles know about them? Where are they found? What do they like to eat? Please, only share one fact per... er, time that you raise your hand, and try to listen to your classmates so we don't have any repeats."

He wondered if anyone would make the connection between question one and this question FOR him, since he couldn't recall it. Well maybe in time he would. He'd give it a few.

K blinked as Professor W did a weird... Point thing at her and shouted bingo. And for a moment, she had to squint to make sure it was him and not someone else. She couldn't remember WHO in this moment, but he was currently reminding her of someone else ... Hm. She did feel a moment of pride in herself that she apparently gave a good answer, and nodded when he told her to keep her response in mind for her next question. But of course, she already forgot what the original question was and how her answer had even tied in so .. that stunk.

Oh! But housepoints for just offering to do something easy like throw some straw into a pit? Thank you, Professor! She just smiled at him slightly.

Now. Jarveys! What did she know about them? Not much, actually. Except they were apparently RUDE. But that seemed an obvious and unhelpful answer. BUT something did strike her while she thought of previous History of Magic classes. Which she was surprised she retained. K raised her hand and waited to be called on. "If memory serves," which it probably didn't. Not correctly. "Newt Scamander was expelled from Hogwarts due to having an illegal Jarvey. Which, considering the poor thing was locked up in the castle with a bunch of moody teenagers and no other Jarveys so I bet he was QUITE volatile and dangerous. Because environment." And who would have blamed the creature.

……. Nina didn’t need a ‘congratulations’ for having a boyfriend. The Hufflepuff (Minjae) had clearly missed the point entirely. Boys were so dense. Fortunately she refrained from rolling her eyes as she planned on being nice to him so long as he continued sharing his umbrella with her, which is why she was entirely confused when he suddenly lowered it! ”What are you doing!?” Of course she lifted her canvas bag over her head again to protect her hair! She had already told Williamson that they could simply move to the back to avoid having to put away the umbrella! Didn’t this hufflepuff care about the repercussions of drizzle on a perfect hairdo!?

Her hair was going to end up so frizzy ;___________________; As if being translucent didn’t make her ugly enough. Now she’d have frizzy hair too. This was truly the worst. Professor W had so wanted this to happen! He’s sadistic!

Something that he proved when he??? For some reason??? Decided to call Nina out in front of EVERYONE like that!! She shook her head to dismiss the question, only to feel the heat rising to her cheeks when he called her ARMADILLO. It was, perhaps, the first time that Nina felt thankful that she was transparent. This was the most humiliated she had ever felt during a lesson. She wanted to die. Could he tell??? Because her face just about said it all.

…………. And in true Hogwarts nature, it only got worse.

Of course! Nemesis Upstead had to be their usual unnerving self. They made Nina’s skin crawl. She knew for a FACT that Nemesis was not speaking in hypotheticals. And if their objective was to scare Nina into being hyper-aware of her surroundings for the duration of the lesson, then they succeeded. She attempted to scowl in Upstead’s direction (though she couldn’t manage to hide how mortified she felt). Her previous embarrassment due to Professor W’s comments coupled with his praise of Upstead’s answer only made Nina feel MORE upset!

All of this is why Williamson’s glance was met with further scowling. It was his fault they were in the rain! And he smelled HORRIBLE. Everything about this lousy day was his fault. She hated him. Which is also why she wouldn’t bother answering this next question either. It was his fault, really.

Merlin, their professors were no fun at all. Ilya draaaaaaagged his feet away from the cage and went to take a seat. If that what they were calling them here. He conveniently chose the seat closest to Kimberly. Ahem. Hello old friend. Ilya was just casually sitting here and totally listening to what the professor had to ask and what Kim's answer to that was. Was it just him or was she so smart and so nice? She smelled nice, too, from where he was. He frowned at the thought, embarrassed and flustered.

Thank Merlin his hair was all turned off and stuff.

"Speaking of being aggressive," Ilya started right after she finished her answer. "They're pretty brutal when they're hunting those gnomes in gardens."

Did he expect a response? Sort of, yeah but he didn’t show that. Nope. Chalking it down to the fact that everyone seemed to be forgetting all sorts of things these days, he simply turned his attention to the other students in the class and listened to their answers before the Professor continued to talk.

“Well, they look similar to a ferret, don’t they?” . Was no one going to mention that obvious fact? No? “Apparently, they’re capable of human speech? I’ve never seen it but I’ve read about it”. He could have given more answers but being limited to one, he decided to let someone else get a word in.

Looking around, he couldn’t help but notice the little interactions that were now happening between some of his fellow classmates and frown. It was true he’d been paying them a little attention before hand but he’d missed the tension between Nina and Nemesis and then the awkwardness that was oozing from Minjae…why? What was going on? Why did he really care?

Claudine took a moment to realise that the umbrella was put into her hand. She blinked at it a little stupidly at first and by the time she looked around, Heath had already disappeared. How rude. She was so miserable due to the weather and her cold and then Heath went and left her. Whatever. This was why she never depended on other humans; they were always a let down. The third year just hoped she would remember to return his umbrella later. At least she was seated now on a stump {hopefully her clothes wouldn’t get damp}. And that Star Wars umbrella? Yeah, it was still open and over her head for two reasons: another sneeze might be coming along and she had already forgotten Williamson’s words about putting them away.

The Snakette bit her lower lips as she tried not to laugh at Williamson’s defensiveness. Jarveys, in general, were usually rude. And in any case, they could pick up these phrases from anyone. Merlin knew even students could be foul mouthed too. “I know, Professor. Just a little joke, I promise.’’ Listen, aside from Rainwater and Eris, Williamson was the only other professor she felt truly comfortable with. Then she was shaking her head. “I’ll take a visit to the Healer after the lesson.’’ Just a determined student here to learn all that she could. And Claudine was feeling warm and fuzzy because he cared.

As she tried to focus on the answers to the fresh question, the third year pressed the back of her free hand against her nose as though trying to hold in another sneeze. She didn’t need Williamson forcing her back to the Castle. When she felt her nose had settled down, she raised the same hand. “Jarveys are classified as triple X by the Ministry. That means they should be no headache to witches or wizards who are skilled enough.’’

While Naya was listening to her classmates as they gave their answers, she kept one eye on the jarveys. They were really fun to watch. But the professor had another question, so she tried to pay attention to him. Distractions. Fortunately the question was about the jarveys so it was all good. She raised her hand and waited until she wa called on.

When it was her turn, Naya gave her input. “Jarveys are usually found in Great Britain, Ireland and.......” Her mind had suddenly gone blank. And what? She knew there was one more place. After what seemed like an eternity, Naya was able to finish her answer. “North America.” Merlin! How could she forget that? Seriously?

Aboli was glad she could offer SOMETHING decent to the class. Finally, she could quit feeling useless. Cool cool cool - something she had heard Josh say a lot. COOL COOL COOL.

"Not only are they aggressive when hunting - Professor, they are BRUTAL with insults. Nasty little potty-mouths they can be! They say the worst things." She nodded as she lowered her hand. "Mostly I think they're funny, but sometimes I bet they're a bit much to handle." And they might get annoying after a long time. Imagine having to hear them go off at you alllllll the time. She wondered how any handlers of jarveys dealt with the little things!

Heath regretted leaving Claudine’s side the moment he did it and shot her an apologetic look, which he knew she probably wouldn’t see because she was still under his Star Wars umbrella. He honestly thought Professor Windu was going to take points for that; in which case, his grandmother would never have let him hear the end of it! In his family (his mother’s side anyway), one’s worth was defined by their reputation and accolades, so the loss of even one house point was akin to committing a murder in their eyes. He could already hear the stern words of Sophonisba Malfoy Ryder in his mind, ‘You may have your father’s name and looks, but you are still part of this family. That means you do not settle for second best!’ He didn’t know why he still cared what they thought; he was probably never getting back to them anyway. Never mind, Claudine probably wouldn’t understand, and even if she would, he wasn’t going to trouble her with his personal issues, especially not when she was already sick!

He was relieved that the professor had not only not taken points but allowed Claudine to visit the healer. The thought crossed his mind to insist on escorting her there now, but he knew it wouldn't do any good to argue about it. That girl had a mind of her own!

Heath suddenly got the weirdest feeling that he was being watched, and he looked up to see Windu squinting at him. Why? Did he do something wrong? If so, he had no idea what! Never mind, moving on… They were talking about Jarveys now. Heath considered the question, trying to recall something to say about the creatures that hadn’t already been said or even what had been said. He vaguely remembered once hearing his grandfather talk about using a Jarvey to de-gnome the garden, but… didn’t somebody already mention gnomes?

From there, his thoughts turned to other types of animals that Jarveys ate. Had anybody said that yet? He didn’t think so, but knowing his memory, he could never be sure! Before he could forget what he was going to say, he raised his hand. “In addition to gnomes, jarveys also eat rats, moles, and…” What was that other animal? He was drawing a blank. “... something else.” He couldn't believe he just forgot his own answer mid-sentence! Merlin, these memory lapses were embarrassing!

Did he care to translate? Not in particular and it seemed as though Professor Williamson had forgotten his question as he went on to explain instead. Saved the Slytherin any additional effort and he felt as though he were going to need that energy to keep himself in some state of check seeing what they were working with today as well as what possible activities they may be having a go with.

Still didn't know what shamrocks had to do with anything, however.

At least there was someone who looked more miserable than himself. Looking at you, Nina.

Eiji found himself distracted by the jarveys, remarkably, and something that one Hufflepuff girl had said. He only knew of her due to her being one of Rebecca's dormmates and he mostly found her irritating, so there was some agitation that it was her words that caught his attention the most. He knew from the history books that that the incident had been threatened human life ...so it made him curious as to just how a single rodent creature like the ones in that cage could cause SUCH a fuss and disaster. Looking at them you would not think of them as a dangerous creature and yet....

Wait. What had the question been?

He caught sort of the tail end of some other answers and it gave him some framework that, remarkably, also had him thinking a bit within historical contexts somewhat. Namely what had happened last term and the portraits. Portraits that were only capable of regurgitating back what they had been told about themselves. Rather convenient that jarveys were only native to countries with English as their native languages...though he wondered whether or not they were also capable of speaking in Irish...hmmm.

And what if one were to take a jarvey and plop it in another country? Would it be able to insult through the process of immersion?

Ugh he forgot that he did not raise his hand and answered in classes save for once (or he had forgotten that he had already spoken, take your pick) and his hand was raised again. "With jarveys capable of replicating human speech, does this mean that they must hear each word and insult before they speak it?" Like a parrot or portrait. "And would a jarvey be able to learn another language were it to be plucked from its English speaking environment and placed in one with another spoken language?"

He would ask why jarveys only spoke in insult but, well, he understood exactly why someone would speak that way. Just saying.

It was a common misconception that jarveys only knew rude phrases. Some knew bits and pieces from a variety of the Indo-European languages. Some preferred to only speak in alliterative phrases. And others had developed catchphrases entirely of their own design.

Take the jarvey named Mollywobbles, for instance. She was currently lurking on the bottom of the cage and rubbing her two small paws together as though fretting over the students. "Dear dear dear dear," the middle-aged jarvey chattered. "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU SCREEEEEEEECH!!!!"

It was unclear who, precisely, interrupted Mollywobbles, but it may it may not have been her jarvey son, Ferret Bueller, who was currently engaged in a one-sided tug of war with the edge of one of the obstacles in the playground. He continued screeching, loudly, every time a student answer started to sound long-winded. "BIT MUCH? A BIT MUCH?" he yelped suddenly. "CAN'T TOUCH THIS." And then he took off in a whirl that involved knocking over both Mollywobbles and Kenny.

"Oi oi oi oi," Kenny complained, grumpily slinking off to a corner to be alone for ONE MINUTE for once.

Avalon blinked a few times at Professor Wilderness's response. He had just asked her to elaborate on her contribution, but she forgot what her original response was. How could she give an example when she forgot what the original question was even about? She stared down at her muddy shoes in frustration. This memory loss thing was getting more concerning by the day.

It wasn't until her classmates continued with their own responses that Avalon recalled what they were talking about. She realized that Professor Willpower wanted her to give an example of creatures that didn't adapt well to new environments. Like a polar bear, maybe. They probably couldn't survive in a desert. Or merpeople. They wouldn't do well out of water. But the Ravenclaw felt like it was too late to chime in again with her answer, so she kept quiet until class moved on.

She was about to offer up a response to the next question when she was cut off by the jarveys themselves. Avalon put her hand down, interested in what the creatures were saying. She peered into the cage curiously, but then she had forgotten Professor Willow's question again. Thankfully, the jarveys' yelps jogged her memory and gave her an idea of what to say. "They do speak, but it's difficult to have full conversations with them. Jarveys usually talk in short phrases." Kind of like how the one just screamed "can't touch this" and then skittered away.

"Animals magical or non magical feed of their environment, if it's stressful they are often anxious to." Blake added and then moved straight into the second question.

"They eat smaller rodents, moles, voles that sort of thing." Blake felt fairly confident about that answer, though he didn't know much about Jarvey's ... and the idea of it being a talking giant ferret he was kind of over this lesson before it even began.

Now what was the next part of the lesson? Uhhh? The mini conversation between the jarveys, coupled with James' question, actually jogged William's memory, which was a good thing, because he'd already worn off some of the so-called permanent Muggle marker he'd written on one hand with.

"You might've heard a few of our school jarveys chattering just now," he stalled for time as he tried to think of what to do next. "I'm gonna... let you guys practice handling them now. Try your best to create a bond with a jarvey, feed them something here, er... and I'll introduce you to them too."

Yeah. He'd try to handle them and hand them out, yep yep. There was, conveniently, a list of the jarveys on the side of the playground/cage also, in case he forgot. Thank Merlin his past self (or maybe it was a previous professor who'd held his post) had thought to do this.

"So this is Albus," he slid his dragonhide gloves on and quickly reached into the cage to pick up the first jarvey. Unfortunately, his hand and gloves chose that moment to turn translucent, and his hand passed right through the jarvey.

Awesome. Excellent. See, THIS was why he'd spent two days digging that damn mud pit. NOTHING WAS WORKING ANYMORE, not even physics! "I didn't sign up to be a ghost," he muttered to himself, for the record, for anyone out there listening. He'd had plenty of opportunities to do so back in his days at the Ministry and he'd chosen NOT to become a ghost after death. Now it seemed he might be becoming one anyway without being given a choice in the matter.

He took a deep breath to appear calm to the students and his hand flickered back to normal. Uhhh. As he was saying. He managed to get hold of Albus and held him up for the class to see. "This is Albus. He's an albino ferret and has lived here at Hogwarts for a long time." Er, so he thought.

"Anyone wanna work with Albus? Come on up. You can work in pairs or alone or take turns trying to feed them and pet them. They need a soothing touch, now, just remember that." Yeah, they too had been disturbed by the loss of magic around here and the fact that he was running out of food for them. So...

OOC: Welcome to the mini-activity! Okay so I'm not going to RP introductions to all of the jarveys, but I will include a list below. Please note in your post title which jarvey you're grabbing and feel free to approach the same one as someone else; we'll just pretend you're taking turns or sharing or whatnot.

Do not RP for the JARVEYS! though. As you can see, they have their own SS account.

There's leftover cat treats from the start of the year, a bucket of dead mice and voles, and some kibble like this in a mostly-empty bag. Feel free to get creative lol. You could also pretend there's some old cat toys resting on top of the cage!

SPOILER!!: Posted List of School Jarveys

• Albus (Albino) (M) - a long-haired, all-white, older jarvey with red eyes
• Alice (F) - likes to preen; a very pretty, sleek jarvey
• Ivory (Albino) (F) - intelligent jarvey, also all-white, related to Albus
• Mozart (M) - very, very old, hard of hearing, but cuddly jarvey
• Ferret Bueller (M) - sneaky, slippery, youngest jarvey, related to Mollywobbles
• Maui (M) - handsome jarvey, v. good at tunneling and tumbling
• Mollywobbles (F) - cuddly, jarvey mum of Ferret Bueller
• Rubeus (M) - a large, curious jarvey who loves treats
• Cersei (F) - a troublesome jarvey who likes to nip fingers
• Kenny (M) - a long jarvey, sniffs everyone and everything, says "oi oi oi" a lot
• Jolene (F) - a curious, slinky jarvey who does not like Alice
• Pretzel (F) - a flexible young, friendly, and cuddly jarvey

Then there was a huge commotion in the form of the jarveys. Claudine turned her head to observe it all. Merlin, those creatures were entertaining. And was that one saying a bad word but was interrupted? Goodness. She was shaking her head in amusement by the time the entire show was done. Fun creatures those were. And no. This wasn’t her being sarcastic.

Thankfully, she was allowed to stay. She just needed to make sure she didn’t sneeze, cough or sniffle again. Claudine sat there, dividing her attention among the professor, the students and the jarveys. Snot trickled out of her nose but she was discreet in swatting a piece of tissue across her face. Nothing to see here.

Naturally they’d be getting up close and personal with the Jarveys. Claudine could feel excitement buzzing within her. Poor Professor Winston though; he wasn’t having the best of time, was he? Plus he was fretting like a scratchy old man. At the invitation to work with Albus, the Snakette jumped to seize the opportunity. Despite her eagerness, she calmly put the umbrella away, pulled on her gloves then headed over to Winston. “I’ll take him off of your hands, Professor Winston.’’ Did he see her holding out her hands for the jarvey.

“Hi, er… Ali.’’ Yes, Claudine had already forgotten his name. But she was confident they would get along well and that she would be able to look after him. After all, she did take great care of those Hippogriffs. Minus a hiccup or two. "Professor? They can't contract colds from humans, can they?''

Aboli was very excited to get a hands-on lesson. So excited that she giggled at Professor W's hand going riiiiight through the glove. HEHEHE. It was so funny when it happened to people NOT her. But the REAL kicker here were the dead mice. She stood up, closed her umbrella at long last, and shook it out a bit before setting against the stump she had been sitting on. she hoped she didn't forget it later but she most likely would oops

Ahem.

"Professor, can I have a dead mouse for experimental purposes? I would rather not have to find one of the carcasses in that abandoned classroom on the third floor anymore," she said in her most CASUAL voice as possible. It was really a pain to go find your own dead mice. "And sometimes there's only HEADS because of all the bloody cats running around - " she siiiiighed and sent her most PITIFUL puppy eyes at him before coming to approach the veeeery sleek and beautiful Ivory. She had a dead mouse in her hand. Funny how touching a dead mouse with her bare hands didn't gross her out as much as touching poop.

"Hi Ivory." She thought it was Ivory anyway, since it was an albino jarvey.

Half amused by the actions of the Jarveys, he missed the Professor’s reply to his answer but it made no difference. It wasn’t like he was going to actually remember what he’d said anyway. What lesson were they in again? Oh. CoMC. Riiiight. Jarvey’s. Of course.

Laughing a little, his attention turned back to the Professor, if a little bit reluctantly and did his best to focus although he needn’t have tried so hard because the Jarvey’s were about to become the main focus of the lesson.

Briefly in the back of his head, he couldn’t help bite back the retort to the professor’s mumble None of them signed up to be practically murdered each year but you know, there we go then and instead, chose to walk towards one of the Jarveys as he pulled on his dragonhide gloves. He might be a ghost but he wasn’t ready to deal with scars and blood right now. No thank you.

Was he supposed to give them someth- FOOD! Yes, he was supposed to bribe them with food! Turning on the spot, the prefect headed over to where the food was kept and grabbed a handful two dead mice because who didn’t love dead mice? Turning again, the prefect confidently walked up to one of the Jarvey’s and slowly placed one of the dead mice in front of it as an offering. One thing he’d learned just generally in life was that food makes almost everyone happier and if a dead mouse was what this little Jarvey wanted then that was what he was going to get. Sure, the mouse had practically dropped through his hand as it turned invisible for the briefest of moments but that was neither here no there.

“Hey there little friend, I’ve got a present for you…”, checking the name quickly from the list, he continued “Pretzel. Here, have another dead mouse. I picked this one just for you” . Slowly, the prefect reached his hand in to stroke the Jarvey with the hope that he had now officially become one of its favourite humans. If someone had brought him a pizza now for example, they would become one of his favourite humans so…you know, it was a possibility. Right?

Naya was listening to her classmates’ answers, but she was really distracted and entertained by the jarveys. She was excited when Professor.......Willis? said that they got to play with them. She couldn’t wait to make a new animal friend. She put on her gloves and as soon as they were given the ok, Naya jumped up and got in line. She had her eye on a certain jarvey and hoped that she would still be available when her turn came.

Naya approached the Professor and said, “I’d like to have Mollywobbles please.” Once the Gryffindor received her new buddy, she went and grabbed a toy and some treats. Goodies and jarvey in hand, she took a seat. “Hi there Mollywobbles. I’m Naya. We’re going to be good friends.” She held the jarvey in her lap and stroked her fur gently. “Hey mama jarvey, you are so sweet.” Naya enjoyed petting the creature. She hoped it was relaxing for Mollywobbles because it was definitely relaxing for her. Taking out a treat, she offered one to her pet for the day.

Williamson's warning at the beginning of class went right over Morgan's head. He didn't mind if the jarveys were wild because they were super cool and he couldn't have been more excited they were going to get to interact with them today. Well, he might have been more excited if there were dragons in class, but at any rate, he had sat by the jarveys all through class barely paying any attention to the discussion questions in favor of laughing quietly at the creatures' outbursts and antics.

And so he was in prime position when it was time to play with the jarveys. Morgan eagerly reached into the creature play center and pulled out the first one he could get his hands on. "Hey buddy! Want some treats?" What jarvey could resist dead mice? Or, you know, kibble.

"My name is actually Blake, Professor." He added in response to be called Bryan ... what a dumb name ... okay that wasn't fair there were probably Bryan/Brian(s) all over Hogwarts, but it certainly wasn't HIS name ... Blake was much cooler.

"I'll work with Kenny I guess." Blake added putting his own dragon hide gloves on because ferrets after all could claw you to death couldn't they??? Blake reached into the cave and grabbed Kenny, and there was a lot of him to grab, man he seemed to go on for forever!!!!!!!

Offering the Jarvey some of the left over cat treats, because that's what was closest to him, Blake turned toward him. "We can get along, can't we boy."

K just pretty much blinked at Professor Williamson when he responded to her answer of the question. It sounded like she had been on the right track but ... She didn't know what that track had BEEN. Oops. Hopefully that wasn't going to be on a test or anything later. Although, she also thought they should start a petition to get rid of ALL tests for the rest of the year because they'd probably all FAIL. Considering she literally couldn't even remember her own answer to a question not even two minutes ago.

Sigh.

Glancing around, she noticed Ilya on the stump nearest her and gave a tiny wave. She couldn't remember if she had seen him recently or not and she made a note to try to say hi later. Hopefully she didn't forget

Ooooh, but apparently it was time for play time with Jarveys! That sound exciting! But also potentially hazardous? She briefly wondered if she could get one to teach her new curse phrases but perhaps not best done in a classroom setting. Maybe a different time. Standing up at the instructions, following behind her other students, she took a moment to scan the list of names and descriptions, deciding immediately she very much wanted to hang out with the OLDEST of the bunch. He probably knew the best phrases. Also, it said cuddly. Who didn't like a cuddly Jarvey?

She grabbed a small handful of kibble before reaching in for the Jarvey, Mozart and gently pulling him out. "Hi, Mozart! It's nice to meet you. I'm Kimmie." She gently reached out to pet him, before offering one of the pieces of kibble. "Want a snack?"