Isla always got a little excited about having a Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Sure, it was still a class, but at eleven years old, it was still such a treat to spend time with the animals. Well, some of them. The cute, cuddly, and innocent ones were a treat, but she wasn't sure how she would feel if they were asked to deal with something a little more dangerous.

Today's focus didn't look too dangerous, though, aside from the bird at the bottom of the cage. "Hello, Professor," she said, but her gaze hadn't left the bird at the bottom of the cage. "Is it sick?" She had no idea why birds hung out at the bottom of their cages, but she knew it wasn't for good reasons.

After her greeting and quick question, she found a spot amidst the hay bales and crates and waited for class to start. She hadn't missed the comment about one of the birds dying. Was it? She didn't know, but she really hoped the professor hadn't brought in a dying bird today.