Jezzabelle wasn't as fond of Care of Magical Creatures as Kurumi some people were and she wasn't entirely sure what motivated those people to be so excited. Sure the creatures were awesome and she loved to take care of them, but it wasn't really the creatures she wasn't fond of...no it was the Professor.

She didn't hate him. No Jezzabelle couldn't HATE people, it went against her natural loving nature. She was cautious of him though, if not a little weary. However, having class at night was pretty awesome although she wasn't sure why she needed things that were fireproof...until she arrived at the location of the class.

It was odd, almost creepy if she was being honest and she was. As she approached she said, "Evening Professor Williamson." As she moved a little closer she looked into the cauldron and saw an egg. Her imagination began to take off with her and she hoped that it wasn't what she thought it was. She looked around and found not a place to sit. no hay to relax on but that didn't stop her from stepping away from the cauldron and plopping down on the grass with a soft THUD. She wasn't about to stand swaying from foot to foot. Nope. Not tonight anyway.

No isn't what she thinks it is, is it? Either way she was here and she was ready to learn.