The next day, the youngest Baltazar returned to the laboratory, put the lab coat on, as well as a pair of goggles. She had been down in the Slytherin Common room reading yet another Quidditch magazine when she remembered about her star.

She slowly and patiently made her way up the high tower, taking breaks in between. Peyton didn't want to risk running out breath. It seemed as if lately she's been doing that. Especially when everyone thought the trophies had been snatched to some land faraway. That's what she had assumed, anyway.

Taking her jar off the shelf, Peyton carefully walked over to an empty table and CAREFULLY set it down. "Hello, there," she said to her star. Peyton dug into her purse while still mutter stuff to the jar. "I suppose I need to check your temperature and all that. Oh! And sing." She glanced up from what she was doing and gave the jar a pointed stare. "I'm no singer, so don't go cracking when I do." She meant it. She didn't want her star to go bye-bye.

Pulling out her parchment with notes on it, she sighed and stared at the jar once more. "Well, you're looking fine. Are you a Gryffindor?" she muttered. The star was red. Maybe it took after her brother in the lion department?

Wait.

The star was red.

Peyton quickly scanned her notes. She was sure it wasn't supposed to be red. Her eyes froze over the word. "Oh, Merlin! You're cold." Being Peyton, and being a Baltazar, she reacted without thinking. She grabbed the jar and began huffing warm air at it. It NEEDED to warm up.

The jar glass fogged from the outside and she stopped. Right, magic. She didn't need to freak out. Setting the jar down, Peyton took out her wand and said, "Dextrini Potitus." Followed by a jab and upward flick of her wand. Progressively, the red went away and Peyton slumped in her stool.

She wiped her forehead as if she had done a lot of work. "I think that's enough excitement for today," she said, stowing her wand away, as well as her parchment.

Peyton stood up and placed the jar back on the shelves. Hmm, she was going to have to come up with a name for her star, 'cause star just wouldn't do. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Grabbing her stuff and putting the borrowed things back, she left, skipping.