As Avalon made her way across the grounds to Care of Magical Creatures, she silently appreciated the weather, which was crisp, but not quite cold yet. Outdoor lessons were just miserable once winter began. She peered curiously at the colorful birds in the cage on the table, particularly at the one that wasn't quite moving. Was it....dead? She sure hoped not.

Taking a seat on a crate next to a first year Gryffindor (Charlie) she recognized from her other lessons, she gave de Nostredame a friendly smile. "Good day, Professor!" Turning to the girl next to her, she stuck out her hand. "I'm not sure that we've officially met yet, but I'm Avalon." She tilted her head to the cage at the front. "Do you have any idea what kind of bird that is?" she asked curiously.