So far, this class was Fern's favorite by far. After her fears for the rabbits' safety had been assuaged, Fern had found the idea of turning an animal into headwear absolutely wonderful. If she got a cat - which she desperately wanted. A black one. She would name it Celestina. And it would be best friends with Bludger - she would transfigure it into a hat so she could take it everywhere without getting in trouble. Because no one would know her hat was really a cat.

Fern hopped out of her seat (the one by Forrest, so she could glare at Cuthbert on his other side and make sure the evil Slytherin didn't steal, or more likely hurt, her friend) and went over to the box, which was at that time still full of cute fluffy bunnies. Suppressing a delighted squeal, more because she didn't want to scare them, but also because this was another of those no-nonsense classes, the first year gently lifted one out of the box.

Back at her desk, she placed the bunny on her lap and stroke its head with her thumb. Fern wondered if Professor Bellaire had gotten them from the Care of Magical Creatures professor, and if she hadn't, if she would let the students keep them. Since it was obvious Professor Bellaire didn't like them. Fern was going to call her bunny Sparkle.