Once again back in the library, Kurumi had several books laid out on the table in front of her along with several pieces of parchment titled with the various subjects offered at Hogwarts. All this tutoring and studying with Jonathan had gotten the young Gryffindor eager to begin putting together her own study guides for her future OWLs. Merlin! They were already a year away! Time was running out!

Dipping her quill into its inkwell, Kurumi was just about to set it against the parchment to write begin compiling a chart of Transfiguration spells and wand movements when she felt something in her pocket begin to shiver. "Hmmm?" she mumbled. She hadn't brought Momotaro out with her today so why was...oh, right. Aristotle - ug, had she really just called the egg by its name? - had been very calm and quiet over the past several weeks. Kurumi assumed that this had to do with the winter months and it being very difficult for the egg to become over heated.

Slowly, she removed the silver egg from her pocket to see that it was in fact shivering in the same way that it did every time it wanted to be cooled down. "Ar-gent-um," she said while swishing her wand. "Frigid-us," and she tapped the egg gently. Not really giving the egg a second thought since she assumed that she had fixed the problem, Kurumi returned the egg to her pocket and continued to work on her assignment.

It was a rainy day in April, which was to be expected, but the sound of the rain drops on the windows was very distracting...and for some reason was getting louder and louder with each passing minute. Sighing heavily, Kurumi put her quill down on the table and marched over to the window, hoping to that drawing the curtains would muffle the sound, when she found that they were already drawn. Fine, she would just move somewhere else.

She picked up her things and went to a non-window area of the library and flopped down at a different table...only to find that the sound was STILL there and even louder than before. Was Peeves to blame for this? The Hogwarts' ghost hadn't been around recently to cause chaos and destruction, so it wasn't that far fetched that he would choose to act out now. The dinging noise resembling water on metal was getting really REALLY annoying. Wait...metal? Kurumi blinked several times in utter confusion...and felt something wet in her pocket.

"You have got to be kidding me," she groaned, reaching into her now drenched pocket and pulling out her egg that was now resembling a geyser explosion. Water sprayed all over her face and smeared all the ink on her parchment together. If she had been this sort of girl, she probably would have thrown the egg through the window for ruining her notes, but Kurumi had planned ahead and already had copies of the ruined notes in her bag. Go thing she planned ahead - mostly because Walnut had taken to turning her parchment into kitty litter recently.

Water continued to spew all over the place and Kurumi was going to need to cast a Hot Air Charm after this on the floor, chairs...a few books... Bloody egg, there better be something AMAZING inside of it at the end of the task. "GAH!" she flailed as a squirt of water practically punched her in the eye. "Argentum Siccus!" she whisper-shrieked, performing the wand movement at the appropriate times. The water calmed and began spurting here and there as if it were sticking its tongue out at her. "Argentum Siccus," she grumbled again and the water stopped all together. Then...the bloody egg began humming at her. HUMMING.

She hoped that she wasn't expected to befriend her egg, because Aristotle was being a pain in the butt...and there was no way she was going to be able to create a partnership with this egg. Kurumi removed her handkerchief from her other, surprisingly, dry pocket and wrapped it around the egg to remove any extra water that the spell hadn't dried up.

She then glanced around at the mess caused by the egg and sighed, waving her wand and casting the best Hot Air Charm that she could manage. At least things were not damp any more and the books had been saved.