Scurrying and scampering their way through the grass, the small collection of nifflers were perhaps the only creatures present who were the least ruffled up by the class' present. They could smell the shiny buttons on their robes and bracelets and earrings and necklaces that were worn and their little greedy hands wanted to get their greedy little selves on them.

Though one niffler seemed to be struggling a bit as it moved about. Hunkering down and scooting a bit before rolling on to its back and sticking it's legs up in the air only to release a small TOOT and puff of warm questionably smelling air at the feet of a student. It felt better a little better now.