Tori had decided that the reason Harry hadn't hatched yet was perhaps because he wasn't getting enough nutrients. Of course, it also made sense to her that a metallic egg didn't really need nutrients, at least not the kind that came from food, but Tori wasn't one to shirk her duties.

Not much, anyway.

The redhead settled into a squishy couch in the common room and took out lil Harry Hatchling, settling him into the palm of her left hand. With her right hand, she took out a little miniature bar of chocolate and unwrapped it for Harry. What better use for her least favorite type of candy, right? Anyway. This method had sorta worked for the pygmy puffs, so Tori was going to try it on Harry.

"Now then, Harry dearest, I want you to open up and gobble up this delicious chocolate morsel," Tori encouraged him cheerfully. "Get ready. Ready? Set? EAT!"

Then she made a bunch of little airplane sounds as she zoooomed the chocolate straight toward Harry's middle. The egg didn't seem to be moving, however, and Tori could have sworn he was slowly freezing her hand off. The chocolate crashed right into his shiny exterior and got alllllll over him.

"Great," Tori grumped, throwing down the stupid chocolate and standing up from the couch. "Now I have to go clean you off and polish you up again...."

Grump grump grump. She did stomp all the upstairs to the dormitory where she proceeded to wash Harry, dry Harry with Argentum Siccus, and then polish Harry with Excolo. Only once was that finished did VicTORIa return to the common room and to her couch, where she sank down with a good book about Quidditch maneuvers, with Harry resting on her chest.