As it were, keeping a niffler was a lot harder than Eugene had imagined. After his little escapees made their run for it this summer, he'd managed to re-home all but one, the sassy little redhead (well auburn, but he liked to think her personality came from her color) and so Ginger was still with him. She was tiny, she fit in the pocket of his trench and she was a pain in the ass. But she was cute, which mostly made up for it, even if he now had to constantly keep giving his sister's jewelry back to them after it was taken by the niffler.

As it were, he had to run off to the BBB to get some food for her, the tiny thing thankfully snoozing in his pocket and not trying to claw her way into other people's coin purses. Funny how he was thinking about it when he heard somebody call out in his direction. Finally his eyes landed on the lad who had, coincidentally, been there on the day of the niffler mishap. "Street Urchin!" He hollered back, a wide grin on his face as he meandered that way to where the chap sat. "Staying out of trouble today?" He questioned as he drew near.