Care of Magical Creatures?

Meh. It was better than Potions, in Alice's eyes, 'cause she could blow up any cauldrons in here. But STILL. It was difficult. She had especially disliked it when that professor— y'know, the one with the face that looked like it had been medically engineered to be perfect?— had been teaching. His teeth had been WAY too shiny and she hadn't been able to concentrate. And also had been totally blinded. Ahem. But Professor Newlin's fangs weren't nearly as bright, so she figured her eyes were safe for the time being.

Anyways, she was THERE. And there was no Professor. Mhm. So Alice just EYED that funny animal thing.. wasn't it name Grease or something? .. and sat on a haystack. And waited.