Violet had turned her snake back and forth from snake to walking stick to snake again about three or four times, and then decided that was quite enough for any small snake (or any small First Year, for that matter). She was now standing by a table stroking Nigel under his chin in a particular place she had discovered made him close his eyes and all but purr, when she suddenly heard the teacher announce that the class was nearly over. Thank Merlin, she was thoroughly bored with walking sticks by now (though she had become quite fond of her snake). Sighing, she picked him up and let him wind around her wrist one more time as she carried him back to the front of the class to join his fellows.