What impeccable timing Mr. Ollivander's creatures had. "She's beautiful." Febs would have reached out to the owl like she had the cat, but had less of a good track record with the birds. Ianthe seemed to like her well enough, they were of a similar mindset anyway. Still, cats were much easier for her to get along with.

"Ah yes, everyone around me is either mythological or a month. So I have that going for me." February chuckled. At least it wasn't hard for her to know who belonged to her. The only exceptions were her parents and her friends, but pets and siblings were accounted for.

On a sigh, Febby resigned herself to heading home. "I won't take up any of your time then, Mr. Ollivander. I suppose I'll check back in when this ridiculous fog is gone?" What else could she really do?