As compared to potions so early in the morning, this was the life, and Night was in her element. Well, except for one thing: it was freakin' cold! Night had two sweatshirts over her robes, and she honestly just missed Chicago. Sure, back there, when it got cold, it got cold, but this was October!
Professor Wayland was supposed to be pretty cool, and Night already liked him just because of his choice in mug. What was that creature? She knew she had read about them...they found shiny stuff, right? Oh! A Niffler! "Good evening, Professor. I love your mug!" Night had a philosophy to always complement when she could. "Will we be studying Nifflers today?" Maybe he was the kind of professor who did that, brought cool mugs or wore fun socks that gave a hint about the lesson. But then again, Nifflers didn't really live in caves, did they? And weren't they more of a day creature?
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