Grinning, Sloane tugged Lester toward the exhibits, not bothering to look back and see if Alvin was following or not. She worked here, it was no secret she was friends with Hatch, people could think what they want. Her enthusiasm and excitement were vibrating off of her as she entered the hall where everything was displayed. There were invisible barriers between the the guests of the event and the creatures, strong wards that Sloane had watched Mrs. Miller put up in awe. Sloane could only hope to be as good as them one day. She was sure Mr. Miller was lurking around somewhere. Being legitimately twice her size helped ease people's fears about the creatures escaping.

"Come see Hank," she had her arm securely wrapped around Lester's pulling him toward the hodag enclosure. The large frog-like creature was hiding at the edge of the reeds of its enclosure. The bright red of his beady little eyes were visible, giving away its location if you looked closely. Sloane pointed it out and then to the little plaque detailing what he was. "He's from the Americas, ghastly-looking little bugger, like a large frog with horns." She thought he was almost so ugly he was cute, but she hadn't been allowed to handle any of the more dangerous creatures. Still it was all fascinating and she hoped the visiting magizoologists hadn't found her too annoying with all of her questions.

The journal she had started keeping information in, a guide of sorts, was starting to really fill up and she was going to need a new one soon. "There are some muggle myths about them, but they've been a bit of a pest for the American magical government lately." As far as she understood the relationship between magical and non-magical folks was more tenuous there than it was here. "There's a few things we borrowed for the exhibit." She added as Hank came forward, likely recognizing Sloane was one of the people who fed him. "Oh, there he is!"