Care of Magical Creatures had never been a class that Bella believed she'd have needed into adulthood (she never was a huge lover of animals, having been raised to see them as property rather than companions), but it seemed the class may have saved her from having relinquishing Dymphna to the Podmore Zoological Gardens. Or maybe not, apparently.

"She won't die of loneliness, will she?" she asked, her voice sharply rising in alarm. She wasn't sure how a creature may die of loneliness, but some species — humans in particular — found ways to bring about their own lonely lives when they couldn't handle it. She hadn't suspected the mooncalf of being overly intelligent, but who knew?