To say Calla was excited about finally starting Care of Magical Creatures after nearly fourteen years was an understatement. She was ecstatic. And frankly, when she walked into class, she wondered if to much excitement could actually make someone pass out. There on Professor Collins shoulder was a real, live niffler - and one she might be allowed to pet, unlike the one outside that had stollen some girl's jewelry during their first year - which Tia had talked her into not petting.

Her stuff was all but thrown in the indicated direction from as far away as she could manage without knocking anything over before she staked a spot beside one of the nifflers. Had she known that this is what they were doing she would've brought something shiny.