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"Miss Mckinnon, I beg you to stop fooling around with the Flobberworm!" Professor Kettleburn exclaimed across his classroom at the blonde who kept tossing the poor animal like a ball. Nuna winced at the behavior and took the worm carefully into her hands and care.
"It's not a quidditch ball, you animal," she grumbled with a worried laugh.
"What's it gonna do? Bite me?" Marlene chuckled. "They have no teeth." The Flobberworm screeched. Marlene hissed back.
"You hear that? They can hear you, Mar. You're hurting its feelings," Nuna argued back.
"Oh, bugger off." She walked around the classroom to look at the other small animals people were in charge of. "Why'd I get such a boring animal? Mary and Dorcas have a Bowtruckle for crying out loud. That's so much more interesting."
Indeed, Mary Macdonald's bowtruckle sat on top of her hand before camouflaging with her dark skin. Marlene sighed as she admired Dorcas who smiled at the creature before it vanished, only leaving an outline of itself shown.
"You're not even taking care of your animal. I am," Nuna sighed as she watched Marlene's flobberworm drag itself across the table while Nuna's Golden Snidget flew around her in a gleeful tizzy.
"And you can keep taking care of it," she complained, "since animals love your arse so much."
It was true. Animals had a weird fascination for Nuna and the feeling was mutual.
When Nuna first came to Hogwarts, she decided she would spend most of her days in the library as it reminded her somewhat of home, if you disclude the lack of torture.
She found Newt Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" novel first. She'd examined and obsessed over the book all within her second day of being a fake student.
It wasn't a surprise that Care of Magical Creatures became her favorite class.
"Bernard!" Quinn Pucey yelled from across the room. She turned to him. "Get your bird in control."
Nuna looked slightly up to see the yellow bird frantically flying and screeching around the girl's head, its wings rotating around and around at a rapid pace.
"Hey, calm down little buddy," she cooed to the bird. On command, it slowly stopped panicking and flew down into Nuna's open hand, peacefully snuggling into the crevices. It closed itself into a ball-like position before rolling around in Nuna's warm palms.
"Excellent work of parenting your animal, Miss Bernard!" Kettleburn smiled at the girl with glee. Nuna proudly smiled back.
"I was the one who told her the bird was going mental," Quinn grumbled before receiving a shove in the side from Cordelia Zabini, a Slytherin friend of Nuna's.
"Shut up, Pucey." Quinn stared at the girl annoyingly before cursing under his breath and walking away to take care of his Moke. The silvery-green lizard hissed once it saw the Slytherin boy coming back after neglecting it for so long.
