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Waddles 
Unluckily for Mamie, being Muggleborn meant her newfound flying hobby had to be put on hold.
Luckily for Mamie, she was a Hufflepuff which meant it was only a short excursion to the art classroom for her other hobby. She needed to do something fun after...well, everything. She hoped that Rosier and those folks wouldn't decide art was too "Muggle" and take this away from them, too. Or worse (for Mamie, at least), that the art classroom was some sort of reward that Muggleborns didn't deserve.
It was dark inside the art classroom, so Mamie shut the door behind her and cast a big Lumos so she could see. She did not see or hear Ingrid or anyone else in the room, but walked straight to the shelf of paints, lit wand held high, and started perusing them. What colors was she feeling today???
Red and black, probably.
Deep at the back of the art classroom, Ingrid sat quietly, almost asleep if she was being honest when the sound of a door alerted her to the presence of another person. Sitting up quickly, she pulled out her wand in the darkness of the dark room where photos were generated, unsure who was disturbing her
crying time photography session. Scooting the door of the dark room open, she popped her head out, sure that she’d left the other part of the room in darkness but there is was, a bright light illuminated the room and attached to it was someone.
Why oh why couldn’t she master the disillusionment charm yet? Oh, right, because she was only a second year. Quietly, unsure if she was exactly allowed there, she silently scooted through the door to escape so no one would see her tear-streaked cheeky or her blotchy eyes when suddenly, out of nowhere, she was sent sprawling over the floor of the room as her foot hit something hard and metal.
OoooOoOoOOosHhshhHSHH “Shoot! she grumbled as she rubbed her knees and waited with baited breath for the light and the person attached to it to discover her.