Albus flopped into the girl hooman's hands and looked up at her with his watery red eyes, waiting for some petpets, maybe a belly rub, maybe a treat??? To urge her to feed him, he squeaked, "Lemondrops?!" as politely as he could, also making small pawing motions in the air to nudge her along.

It was, indeed, Ivory, who was SO EXCITED to see the dead mouse that she stood up on her hind legs and started wiggling about, almost dancing like Uma Thuman in her excitement to get to the mouse. "MINE mine mine MINE mine MINE?" the jarvey called out, adding, "MILKSHAAAAAKE!" as she wiggle-danced again.

Oh Pretzel LOVED dead mice. She squeaked and ran all over up and down the boy's hand, rubbing her face against it for a good nuzzle. So could she have the mouse now? Could she have the mouse now? Could he put the mouse in her mouth now? Could she eat the mouse now? Mouse now? Now? Now? Now? "NOM NOM??" the jarvey squeaked, mouth open and waiting to be fed the mousey.

Mollywobbles was tHRiLLeD to be out of the playground and getting some one on one attention with a student. "Awww, dear dear dear," she trilled, soaking up the pets and closing her eyes contentedly. She was LOVING this human! Favorite human! AND SHE GOT A TREAT! Mollywobbles greedily sucked it right off the girl's hand and then sniffed around, her nose tickling her palm as she looked for, "Another one? ANOTHER ONE? CUP OF JOY!"

This was a pairing made in paradise. Ferret Bueller SQUEAKED WITH JOY when he was selected, and then promptly showed this by banging his little paws on the boy's hand like a child impatiently waiting for dinner. BANG BANG BANG! "WHAT AREN'T WE GOING TO DO?" he yelped.

Yes, a TREAT! TREATS! A CAR! Any of those things would please Ferret Bueller. Good thing MF was holding him tight, though, because his beady eyes were looking at the boy's hair curiously. WOULD IT NEST? It was short, but could maybe be a nest. He wanted to test it.

How did this boy know how much Kenny loved cat treats... it was a favourite delicacy to him, second only maybe to proper wet kneazle food. But he was the suspicious sort, so he would be sniffing this boy hooman up and down and all around his wrist and arms, not even caring if his whiskers tickled the lad.

"Boy boy boy oi oi oi," the jarvey seemed to agree though, greedily accepting the treats and gobbling them all up. He clapped his small, weasley hands together and waited for another. "Bryan Bryan." He normally didn't like h00mans, but since this one had fed him his favourite food and he hadn't keeled over yet, he might approve of him.

Mozart didn't really hear what the girl was saying, because she was being far too polite and he was very, VERY old and hard of hearing. He was, however, pleased as a pumpkin to have someone holding and petting him, and showed it by closing his eyes gently and smiling a little bit, if one could believe it. OH LOOK, FOOD?

His nose and whiskers vibrated as he sniffed the kibble, and then took a small bite. "Eh?" Another bite. "HEY EH EH? OH CANADA!" He liked it, and ate the rest quickly.

Aboli couldn't help the giggle leaving her mouth. "Oh Ivory, YES, all yours!" she tossed it with gleeeee to the jarvey. She was a precious doll, wasn't she?! Aboli wanted to HOLD HER and SNUGGLE HER but knew better. "Wanna be friend?" she asked.

Milkshake? Ha! "I wish we had milkshakes, Ivory...my name's Aboli." Maybe the jarvey would pick up on it; maybe not. Either way, she was putting her name out there because knowing someone's name meant you have a power over that person...and so....she was showing a sign that she TRUSTED Ivory, and in turn maybe Ivory would trust her back. "Can I pick you up? Or...?' she held out her hands in case she wanted to hop into the Slytherin's arms.

Some of the students might think that as an animal lover and someone who actually looked after animals at home, he would be prepared for the reaction of the Jarvey named Pretzel but they would be wrong. Despite the shock on his face, Ewan couldn’t help but laugh and chuckle a little as the little creature scuttled underneath his hand in excitement at the idea of nomming down on the dead mice.

Giving him soothing, slow, scrunches as he eats the dead mouse, Ewan couldn’t help but wonder how the creature would fare back home in their farm. He’d always wanted to have a mixture of magical creatures and muggle animals although he wasn’t exactly sure how his family would react to them. There was also the fact that he might end up studying in London and not out in Canada too and if he wasn’t there to look after them, there was no chance of them becoming part of their everyday life.

Blinking for a moment, his eyes practically glossed over from his train of thought, he gave his head a little shake and dropped the other dead mouse in front of Pretzel once he’d finished the first. “Hey little friend, I’m Ewan. It’s nice to meet you” . Despite the fact Jarvey’s could only speak very basic phrases, he still chose to show it some respect.

Holding out his arm in front of the creature, he gave it a reassuring smile and continued “When you’re ready, jump up on my shoulder. We can go get you some fun toys to play with”. Would he choose the dead mouse or would he choose looking for a dead mouse? More than likely, he’d finish the mouse and then come but the prefect was curious.

It was possible that Claudine would faint over the cutie that was Albus. Just look at him… so adorable, so polite, so easy on the eyes. Could she adopt him? As long as he didn’t turn out to be rude, of course. But so far, he seemed not to be. Without thinking, and forgetting about her worry over the jarvey contracting the cold from her, she snuggled Albust against her, much like a baby. “Hi, Albus. I’m Claudine. It’s so great to meet you.’’ Cue her lightly booping his nosey.

Lemondrops?

“Ooh, let’s see what we can find. Are lemondrops something you love to eat?’’ By now, the girl had reached the stash that Willis had put together for everyone to feed their jarveys. She doubted there would be lemondrops but was surprised to find during her rummaging that there was a bag of sweets. She never thought that jarveys would like sweets but here they were. Claudine held a lemondrop for Albus. “Apparently there’s more where that came from, Albus, but I’m not letting eat too much.” Was this the sugary lemondrop? If so, could jarveys get a sugar rush?

You know what was mostly cool about this class? They could actually still learn magical creatures and HANDS-ON stuff without having to fake it cause of lack of magic. You know what wasn't cool? Carsyn's assumptions that jarveys were solely rude creatures, but she supposed it was because they parroted humans and many humans were rude.

As for which jarvey the sixth year would work with, she glanced over at them and smiled at the one tumbling around. Always moving. Cute little fellow too. She grinned at Maui, "Hi there. I'm Carsyn. I play sports too, ya know?"

Blake smiled at the Jarvey named Kenny, maybe the would be okay together. He seemed to really like the cat treats. Grabbing just a few more for him ... that's when he heard that name again ... Bryan .... "No Kenny ... it's Blake ..... my name is Blake not Bryan." Blake held out a single treat .. maybe he could train Kenny. "Can you say Blake?" He offered the snack to him.

Did jarveys bite? Avalon caught herself wondering that very question as she approached the cage carefully and peered inside to select a creature. The Ravenclaw eventually decided on one of the larger jarveys (Rubeus), assuming that he would be the easiest to coax with some food. It looked like he enjoyed eating. She held her hand out with a few pieces of kibble - she had opted for the ferret food, because it didn't seem like jarveys would like a bunch of old cat treats. "Hi Rubeus. My name is Avalon. Do you want something to eat?" She would not be petting it until she knew it wasn't going to bite her hand off. Avalon figured it'd be best to let the jarvey sniff around and get comfortable first before trying to pick it up or play with it.

Things Nina forgot? Everything. Things Nina did not forget? Embarrassment. Unfortunately the strength of her embarrassing memories were enough to withstand even the most prevalent forces of this mysterious storm. Which meant she was still scowling and wrapping her arms across her chest tightly, trying to make herself smaller as Professor WWWWWWWWW continued his class without any care in the world, as if he wasn’t making her LIFE miserable.

Speaking of miserable, she wasn’t in the mood to play with jarveys. She also wasn’t in the mood to draw attention to herself though, so she unwillingly moved to look at some of the toys and jarvey snacks. The dead mice and voles looked entirely (and unsurprisingly) fowl and their stink made her grimace. So she very swiftly dodged those and instead reached for a nearly-empty-bag-of kibble. Taking the whole bag (with only a few pieces remaining inside anyway), she moved to work with one of the jarveys without an entire crowd surrounding it.

Wordlessly, Neen reached into the bag of kibble and picked a piece out, holding it between her fingers and extending it out for the creature. She still wore a long face, but she was doing what she was told. So.

The Ravenclaw certainly hoped she could bond with a jarvey in this lesson. She did not know whether it would be easier or harder than dealing with other creatures - on the one hand, they can converse in English, on the other hand, she always found it difficult to talk to people who say rude phrases so she guessed it would be similar with jarveys. Even as she thought about this, she could not help but smile when Professor Wilhelmina held up the second jarvey. So pretty!! Jina immediately volunteered to work with Alice. She put on her dragon hide gloves, took the jarvey and placed her on the ground gently.

"Hello, Alice! You're super pretty, did you know that?" she said brightly as she sat down. She thought the creatures might appreciate some compliments since they were upset about the loss of magic. But if they responded offensively, Jina would give up on that. She took some cat treats and held them out to Alice. She didn't know if the jarvey would like it, but she was not too willing to reach into a bucket full of dead mice and stuff. "Would you like some treats?"

Heath tried to pay attention to his classmates’ answers - he really did -but the jarveys were much more interesting! His eyes were immediately drawn to the one rubbing her paws together (Mollywobbles). Something about that one reminded him of a worried mother, especially when she said… that. That sentence and the jarveys’ chatter in general got a laugh from him. He didn’t know what was more surprising: the fact that he made no effort to disguise his laughter or that he’d laughed at all.

Heath’s laughter quickly gave way to shock as he watched Professor Windu’s hand pass through the white jarvey (Albus), and he thought he heard him mutter something about being a ghost. At those words, all the fear Heath had been holding in since the Christmas holiday threatened to rear its ugly head. What if they really were ghosts? What if he never saw his family again? What if he never got to become a famous actor? He shook his head, willing himself not to think about that as he pulled on his own dragonhide gloves. Maybe bonding with a cute cuddly jarvey would take his mind off it!

As for which jarvey he wanted to work with, it wasn’t a hard choice. “Could I have a turn with her next, please?” Heath asked, gesturing toward Mollywobbles; the question was meant for both Professor Windu and Nala. While he awaited his turn, he went to get some treats for the mother jarvey. Hopefully she’d like kibbles because he really did not want to touch a dead mouse, gloves or not! Dead animals… ugh, no! He knew death was the natural order and all that, but it broke his heart just to look at a dead creature, let alone touch one!

“Hello there… mummy jarvey,” he said, cautiously extending a hand to pet the creature. He’d forgotten her name - it was something with an M, wasn’t it? Mon Mothma? Madam Morrible? Something like that - but he remembered that she was the mother of one of the other jarveys. She was way too good at acting like a mum to not be one! “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Heath; it’s short for Heathcliff, but that’s a ridiculous name, isn’t it? At least it reads well on a theater marquee… or it will if I ever land a lead role. I’m something of an actor…”

Heath was so absorbed in trying to befriend Mollywobbles that he completely forgot there were other people around who might hear him. Animals were so much easier to talk to than humans! They wouldn’t judge you if you said the wrong thing. Finally realizing he was babbling, Heath allowed his voice to trail off as he offered the mother jarvey a treat. ”Are you still hungry, girl?”

A small potato of a head popped out of the mud pit the professor had been busily digging the past few days. Then another, and another, and another head. The potato heads, or rather, gnomes, blinked at the surroundings, taking in the sight of the students and the lesson in progress.

Then they saw the jarveys, and the first gnome to pop up let out a shrill little giggle. One by one, the other gnomes also began giggling, until the entire mud pit sounded like the laughs of a child's birthday party being entertained by a clown.

"Ha haaaa," the leader of the gnomes taunted, pointing a stubby finger at the nearest jarvey being cuddled by a human child. "Stupid weasel pets can't do anything about us now." Now that they'd taken over this patch of mud, they'd probably be spreading to the rest of the grounds next.

He began hauling his misshapen body up from the muddy earth. "Let's go, boys!" To the greenhouses next? They were all rubbish now anyway. Who was to going to stop them?

WWW had found himself a stump to sit on and supervise the kids during this part of the lesson. He was tired from trying to dig a mud pit to plant potatoes in it in case the school ran out of food, okay? He blinked a few times after Claudine took his jarvey away and then asked about colds. Uh???? He couldn't actually remember the answer to that question right now, but had a feeling the answer was no.

"I think you'll be fine," he assured her, hoping he sounded more confident than he actually was.

Okay, what?! Another strange question from the kids today... WWW shook his head as though clearing water out of his ears. Had he heard this child right? "No, you cannot take a dead mouse for experimental purposes." Was she nuts?! What kind of experiments did she need a dead mouse for--- necromancy?! He wasn't going to support this. He shook his head again, firmer this time. "No, just... leave all mice here, okay? AND voles, for that matter." One couldn't tell with this one.

"Oh, sorry Bryan," Williamson waved a dismissive hand at the Slytherin. "Er, Blake. Blake, not Bryan." Why did he look like a Bryan though? Weird.

And then this happened.

William could've almost dozed off to sleep on his stump, this class was going so well. Nice, quiet, peaceful interactions with the jarveys, who were a little shrill, yes. But nothing compared to the stupidity of a gnome, he thought, standing up as soon as the first one poked its head above the earth.

"Get BACK," he shouted, running to grab his pitchfork, which was slightly closer than the shovel. "Get BACK to your BURROWS!" he brandished the pitchfork at the gnomes but due to the whole everyone-turning-translucent thing, dropped it on the edge of the pit.

Great. "Hey, uh, class? Wanna bring your jarveys in here to, uh, drive these guys back?" He wasn't feeling so great, in between all the transparency scares and everything else, and sat back down roughly on his stump. "Let's... do a classic jarvey hunt. First one to catch a gnome will win a prize. Go on, help your jarvey get into the pit. You might wanna go into the mud with it, to grab a gnome yourself and toss them out. We DON'T want to hurt the gnomes, so you WILL have to help your jarvey!"

Sort of. He'd been mixing some old calming draught in with their food these past few weeks in order to help the jarveys remain more calm than usual. They were just so riled up by the loss of magic! Hopefully though, this meant they wouldn't be too savage with the gnomes...

OOC: Final Activity! Sorry for my slowness. You can, of course, keep bonding with your jarvey. BUT for the last part, you'll have to take your jarvey into the mud pit to help them remove the gnomes. =D

Now, one way to do this is to let the jarvey's natural hunting instincts take over, BUT that usually ends in... er, destruction to the gnomes. SO to be more humane, TRY to HELP the jarvey but your character will have to grab the gnome and spin them around and toss them out.

Have fun with this! You have until the end of the 10th because that's when our class time ends!

"HI FRIEND! BYE FRIEND!" Ivory chattered, catching the treat in her mouth and wiggling again in her special dance. She wiggled up to the girl, since she was holding her hands, and that's when she saw it: the necklace. THE SHINY SHINY SHINY moon necklace around Aboli's neck.

Of COURSE she leapt into her arms, immediately catching the necklace in her little ferret mouth and chomping down on it to see if it tasted as good as it looked. "KEEEEEYS!" she also squeaked, her favourite phrase for when she found something shiny, and then chomped down on the necklace again because she was NOT going to let this one go.

Pretzel was very busing nomming her mouse and her SECOND mouse, so she didn't say anything just yet. But when she was all done, and sadly looking up at Ewan for MORE treats, she heard him and let out an affirmative squeal.

"TREATS!" She launched herself onto the boy, using her little claws to scramble up his bicep and onto the top of his shoulder. "TREATS! TOYS! YOUTUBE! YES!"

Albus let out a happy little squeaaaaaaaal of approval at the BOOP on his snoot. "Boop," he repeated to himself, streeeeeetching out in her arms and letting out a tiny, squeaky yawn.

Albus the ferret had a fondness for lemondrops to be sure, but he also like eating... well, anything. He especially liked eating anything that humans put directly into his mouth. "Lemondrop, drop top, raindrop, crockpot, cooktop." He opened his mouth and left it open for her to place the lemondrop in.

Maui was a handsome jarvey who thought very highly of himself, and wanted everyone else to see his skills too. He did a fun little chase-his-tail-in-a-circle routine for Carsyn, then stood up on his hind legs to peep at her.

"It's adorable!" he chattered LOUDLY, waiting for her to NOTICE HIM and applaud or feed him a treat or something.

"No...Kenny," Kenny repeated back to Blake. "Can you say Kenny?" He leaned over and sniffed the treat, then took it ALL IN HIS MOUTH IN ONE BITE. He didn't even chew it yet, just moved it to one treat and stood up on his hind legs, sniffing around Blake for another one.

Another one? Another one? Treat? "Treat me!" Kenny ordered, impatiently sniffing around Blake's hands now and leaning up on the boy to try to sniff at his chin, too.

Rubeus did enjoy eating but this was because he had better taste buds than the other jarveys. Or so he told himself. It was true; he did not like cat treats, but he'd eat them when he was bored. Ferret food? Now THAT was right up his Diagon Alley.

"Avalong?" Rubeus repeated, sniffing around the girl's hand and then putting one of his paws in it as though he were giving her a shake. Really, he was testing to see if he could sit in her hand and eat, so he moved his whole body in next and plunked down. He liked to lay down and eat, hoped that was fine with her and that she didn't drop him.

Cersei didn't like all these people around. She didn't trust them. Not one of them. Not a single one had her approval. The light reddish-brown ferret had her nose up in the air at the moment, suspiciously sniffing each person to approach the jungle gym, and doing her best to remain invisible in the back corner of the cage.

But finally there was no one left but her, and she was awfully hungry. She supposed she could accept this random offering of food, so long as it wasn't... "Poison?" the jarvey sniffed at the piece of kibble but didn't bite it yet. Instead, she nipped the girl's fingers to get her to drop it, so that she could pick up the kibble and steal it away to a corner to inspect it at length.

Where was Kenny when she needed him? She usually made him sniff all her food twice before she would eat it.

Oh Alice liked this, yes, she liked this human already. "Pretty bird," she agreed with the girl, blinking her big ferrety eyes a few times as though she were fluttering her extremely tiny eyelashes.

Would she like some treats. Was that even a question. "Curiouser and curiouser," the jarvey chattered, rubbing her hands together and watching (and waiting) for the treat delivery. Just a few treats, actually, just a few today could be fine.

"HEATHEN!" Mollywobbles jabbered to the next boy to pick her up. Was she hungry... was that a question?! She mostly wanted to be petted, frankly, but she'd take the treat if the boy offered her one. She tapped his hand with her paws impatiently. "Come on, dear."

What was this? What was tHIS?!

Every single jarvey's attention was immediately drawn to the gnomes in the mud pit, with Ferret Bueller leading the charge to drive them back in.

"ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!" the ferret yelped, launching off the hooman holding him and diving straight into the leader of the gnomes, his paws landing the gnome's chest and knocking it back into the pit.

Oh, indeed Claudine had quit worrying about passing her cold onto Albus. In any case, she aimed to check up on him on her next visit to the Barn/Sanctuary… so later today after all her lessons were completed. She continued pampering him {look at that stretch! Awwwwh!}, loving the way he seemed to be eager for his lemondrops to be put directly into his mouth. OH. MY. MERLIN. WHY WAS HE SO PRECIOUS? Claudine was all too sure that she was going to melt into a puddle soon if Albus kept this up. While he ate, she would pet him, scratch his belly and talk to him. Lemondrop, drop top, raindrop, crockpot, cooktop, she sang softly. Lemondrop, drop top, raindrop, crockpot, cooktop.

At least this is what she kept doing until the gnomes showed up. Weasel pets? Jarveys weren’t weasel pets. Nor were they stupid. The next thing she knew was Wills running around with his pitchfork and shouting at gnomes. Oh… that explained the weasel comment.

Uh, what?

Willis wanted them to actually go into that pile of mud? Listen, Claudine was used to dealing with creature poop and wasn’t the least bothered by it. The mud though? That meant that she could get it in her hair. Still… Williams was right: they didn’t want the gnomes to be hurt, just dizzy until they couldn’t find their way back to the pit.

Sighing, Claudine looked down at Albus. “You ready to help me snag a gnome?’’ Now that she was thinking about it, the girl thought this was excellent training for her future. Experience was golden, after all. She edged closer to the pit, swiping her nose with a tissue. Goodness, the mud was so… yucky. Her arms lowered and she encouraged Albus: “Off you go, little fellow.’’ Sweet, sweet Albus <3

With a smile on his lips, Ewan reached up and gave Pretzel some scrunches behind his ear as the little bundle of fluff latched onto his shoulder. Laughing a little at the creatures, he made a move towards the toys only to stop and turn towards the mud pit at the same time as Pretzel did on his shoulder to find a small potato sticking out of the ground. Wait…it wasn’t a potato after all. Potatoes didn’t blink or clamber out from the mud of their own free will.

Maybe it was the way that Pretzel’s eyes seemed to be drawn to the gnome that made him want to venture towards the mud pit instead of the toys OR maybe it was simple curiosity. Either way, Ewan made his way towards the pit without hesitation, his hand already reaching up for the Jarvey on his shoulder in anticipation.

“Okay Pretzel, how about we go have some fun? Think you can get a few of them out of there without destroying them? There’ll be a few dead mice in it for you if you don’t destroy them?” and as if to prove a point, he pointed towards the bucket of dead mice just so the Jarvey got the picture. Was he starting to get attached to the little Jarvey? Sure. Would he try to take it home with him? Maybe.

With this hopefully clear, he jumped into the mud pit without hesitation, ready to help Pretzel or stop her if she got too excitable.

Naya was busy soaking up the jarvey love. Mollywobbles was such a sweetie. They were really bonding and the creature seemed to enjoy being cuddled and petted. She laughed when the mama tickled her hand. Clearly she liked the treats. Naya was in the middle of giving more hugs when Heath arrived. Could they take turns? While the Gryffindor was loving her Mollywobbles time, she was willing to share. The jarvey surely had enough love to go around. Of course we can take turns.” She handed Mollywobbles over to Heath and watched as they had their bonding moment.

This...was...so...much...fun! They didn’t even have to take the jarveys through an obstacle course. They could just enjoy the animals. And then.......the gnomes happened. All of the jarveys seemed to perk up once they saw the gnomes. It was as if someone had yelled “Squirrel”. Naya looked at Heath. “I guess we’re going to have to get dirty To the mud pit?” She stood up and prepared to accompany her partner and their jarvey to the pit. This was going to be interesting, messy and interesting. “Ready for a little hunting Mollywobbles?”

Awww, so cute! Alice wasn't being rude at all, though her phrases did not make much sense. Jina could tell from the jarvey's action that she was willing to try cat treats (just thought it would be nice to ask first). She held out the gloved hand holding the treats so that Alice could eat them and petted her soothingly with her other hand. Was a bond being created here??

She turned around when she heard a weird giggling noise ... oh, gnomes. Picking up her jarvey, she continued to stroke her fur gently to keep her calm. She walked over to the mud pit, which reminded her that this was where the smell was coming from. Not looking forward to going into this thing, nope. But she didn't mind helping the jarveys, because she did not want the gnomes to be brutally killed. "Go get some gnomes Alice, but don't hurt them, okay?" she said and lowered the creature into the pit. She would follow soon!

SPOILER!!: Mollywobbles & Naya

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"HEATHEN!" Mollywobbles jabbered to the next boy to pick her up. Was she hungry... was that a question?! She mostly wanted to be petted, frankly, but she'd take the treat if the boy offered her one. She tapped his hand with her paws impatiently. "Come on, dear."

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Naya was busy soaking up the jarvey love. Mollywobbles was such a sweetie. They were really bonding and the creature seemed to enjoy being cuddled and petted. She laughed when the mama tickled her hand. Clearly she liked the treats. Naya was in the middle of giving more hugs when Heath arrived. Could they take turns? While the Gryffindor was loving her Mollywobbles time, she was willing to share. The jarvey surely had enough love to go around. Of course we can take turns.” She handed Mollywobbles over to Heath and watched as they had their bonding moment.

This...was...so...much...fun! They didn’t even have to take the jarveys through an obstacle course. They could just enjoy the animals. And then.......the gnomes happened. All of the jarveys seemed to perk up once they saw the gnomes. It was as if someone had yelled “Squirrel”. Naya looked at Heath. “I guess we’re going to have to get dirty To the mud pit?” She stood up and prepared to accompany her partner and their jarvey to the pit. This was going to be interesting, messy and interesting. “Ready for a little hunting Mollywobbles?”

Heath chuckled slightly when Mollywobbles called him Heathen. Usually he’d be embarrassed if someone not only screamed his name in front of everyone but screamed the wrong name, but he thought it was kind of sweet that she was so clearly trying to say Heathcliff. She almost did it, too! She had the first part down, so that’s what he would focus on. “What a smart girl!” he said, giving her a gentle pet on the head as a reward for trying to say his name. “So close. It’s Heath. Can you say Heath?”

Ooh, that gave him an idea! If he could get her to say his name, maybe he could teach her to repeat Star Wars quotes or lines from musicals. That would be so adorable! Before he could think much about it, the mummy jarvey’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts, and he felt her tap his hand. “Yes, ma’am!” he replied, laughing as he gave her the treat.

Heath kept petting Mollywobbles until an unexpected voice caused his head to jerk up. At first, he thought it was another jarvey yelling about “stupid weasel pets”, but then he saw it - a gnome - and so, apparently, did Mollywobbles. Before he had time to process what was happening, the professor was talking again, and…

WHAAAAT?!?!? Professor Windu wanted them to get in there? Congratulations! You have invented a new kind of stupid, Heath thought to himself. Not that he particularly cared about getting dirty; it was getting dirty in front of all these people that he hated! Seriously, what was it with all the professors forcing them to do disgusting and humiliating activities this term? At least Rainer’s poop scooping had a purpose. Even Snoke’s silliness kind of made sense in the context of the water aerobics activity, but this - Could someone please explain why this hunt had to take place here specifically, instead of some other less dirty location? And, no, that wasn’t snark. He genuinely did not understand, unless Professor W (he was going back to that name because professors who set him up for humiliation didn’t deserve Star Wars names) got some sick pleasure out of watching his students look stupid!

Despite his harsh thoughts, no anger showed on Heath’s face as he gently carried Mollywobbles closer to the mud pit. His dark eyes scanned the area, carefully assessing the actions of the jarveys, gnomes, and perhaps most importantly, the other students. No matter what the situation, he didn’t jump in (in this case, literally) without first anticipating the most likely outcome. As he watched everything unfold, he saw Claudine with her jarvey and her tissue, and he shot her a worried look that said, Are you okay to do this?

Between his concern for Claudine and Nala’s words, Heath had an idea! “Maybe only one of us has to get dirty…” he mused out loud, looking from the pit to his partner. “What if you try to guide her from the side while I toss any gnomes she finds?” He sighed, unable to believe what he was about to do. At least if this worked, he might be able to help others too, so no one else would have to get dirty! “Ready? Go!” he said, gently lowering Mollywobbles into the pit before going in after her.

No no no no no, no, no no. Albus did not want to snag a gnome. He didn't want to do anything but lay here and have his belly rubbed, please!

The older albino jarvey blinked his red eyes and toddled onto the ground, then flopped there at Claudine's feet, keeping her from moving unless she picked him up and wore him like a stole. "Nitwit, blubber, oddment, treat?" Treats, please, no work. Have pity on him. He was old.

Oh Pretzel was ready for fun! FUN! FUN! "LET THE GAAAAAAMES BEGINNNNNNN!" the jarvey declared in her ridiculous, squeaky, high-pitched voice. Could she catch a gnome without destroying it? ....maybe. Could she catch one period was the question, because Pretzel didn't have the best attention span for a jarvey.

She launched herself off the boy's shoulders at the same time he jumped into the mud pit. Wasn't this FUN? "FUN fun FUN now that daddy took the T-bird AWAY!" And on the last syllable, Pretzel pounced on top of a potato head that was poking out of the ground, then did a dance/spin on top of the potato. Er, gnome. "BANANANANANAAAAAAAA!"

"It's Heath," Mollywobbles repeated, bobbing her head against Heath's hand for another pat-pat. She was enjoying this relaxing time, and even though she was a great hunter, wasn't very eager to jump into the mud pit. "To the mud pit!!?!" She repeated the girl too.

The jarvey let out a squeak that sounded like a sigh. "Dear dear dear." She sniffed at the air and then dove into the pit, disappearing mostly except for her tail, which went straight up like a beacon as she led the way to the nearest gnome. The mud was hard to swim in like this; would these kids be a dear and help her along?

Oh Alice liked this, the petting-and-feeding-at-the-same-time thing, as long as this girl child didn't pull her hand back abruptly. She tried not to squeak when she got picked up, because what if this girl messed up her fur?! But here they were going to... into the pit. "You too!" Alice demanded, waiting at the edge of the pit. She was a competitive Jarvey but she wasn't going to get all dirty by herself. The girl needed to come TOO!

So, Alice leaned up out of the pit and nipped at the girl's ankles. Nothing hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get her moving. "AND HERE. WE. GO!" She took off, snaking through the mud like a shark pursuing a fat seal.

There was...a lot going on. Poor Professor Williams looked exhausted, and Aboli wished there were some way they could help. Like...maybe canceling classes would do all the professors some good. She merely smiiiiiiled at his decline to let her take a mouse. Well then. "That's all right professor. If you ever need to get rid of any, though, you know where to find me!" Aaaaand she winked.

Now, back to Ivory, only there was suddenly a biiiiig gnome appearance and Professor W was wanting them to GET RID OF THEM? She really didn't want to hurt them....what would they do that was so WRONG anyway?

AND SHE HAD A MINOR ISSUE TO DEAL WITH. IVORY HAD STARTED EATING HER FAVORITE NECKLACE. Aboli tried to swat her away, but FAILED, and merely SHRIEKED. "PROFESSOR WILLIAMS HELP HELP! SHE'S EATING MY FAVORITE NECKLACE!" She grabbed Ivory gently round the middle and tuuuuuuuuggged! And tugged! "I'll give you ANOTHER DEAD MOUSE IVORY!"

Ewan grinned as Pretzel jumped off his shoulder and couldn’t help but feel amused as it landed at the same time as him. It was like having a partner in crime, only smaller and slightly more erratic. Chuckling at its broken English, he simply continued to watch as the creature went to work, ready to step in if things got a little too messy.

Just as he suspected, it didn’t take long for the little creature to successfully find the gnome although, the dancing on top of its head did seem a little over top and completely hilarious. Scooping up Pretzel with a smile and a “Good job Pretzel!”, Ewan quickly placed the muddy Jarvey on his shoulder again and moved towards the gnome himself, ready to pull it out and toss it out of the mud to one side. He didn’t really mind that his clothes were getting muddy although that had mainly to do with the fact he’d come prepared with old work clothes.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun”. Was he speaking to himself or Pretzel? Both was the correct answer. Reaching down, the prefect pushed some mud out from around the gnome where Pretzel had pushed him further in from dancing on its head and reached in and around it until he had it firmly by the legs and yanked it out. “There we go Pretzel. The trick it to pull it out and throw it to one side away from the mud” . Somehow, he’d turned into a teacher and was now instructing the little Jarvey on how to de-gnome mud but he didn’t mind. Tossing it to one side out of the mud, he reached up to pet the Jarvey again.

“You want to try and pull one out or would you rather that dead mouse now?” . Food or fun? Decisions decisions.

Claudine managed to shoot the gnomes a glare. They had interrupted such a peaceful and fun lesson. She was annoyed. During her glaring, she caught Heaten’s questioning look but couldn’t quite decipher it. She just shrugged at him, suddenly doubly annoyed because he was working with Naomi. Did all guys {Coulson and Heaten} love working with her? Whatever.

This Snakette had more pressing issues to deal with, like this cutie that was Ali who refused to help with the gnomes. She was standing there with her hands on her hips and trying to look sternly at the jarvey. It was needless to say she failed miserably. She kept still because if she moved her feet, she was sure to disturb him. Was she spoiling him? Maybe.

Nitwit, blubber, oddment, treat? Claudine giggled. Those were some famous words if she recalled, but adding ‘treat’ was a fun twist. “You know what?’’ She ease her feet away from him and decided to lay right there and then on the ground beside her new friend. “Let’s forget the world for the moment and just enjoy these lemondrops.” One of the treats was held out for Ali and she patted his belly and booped his nose. Resting on her belly, she popped a drop into her mouth while looking around calmly at all the chaos.

Abiola was having a particularly difficult time. The struggle was particularly entertaining to her.

Okay but this jarvey was pretty much awesome and Morgan was glad he chose this one. They were going to be the best of buddies for class today and he let out a laugh as the energetic creature beat his little paws against his head. Maybe Prof Dubya would let him adopt a jarvey since the kneazle was a no go, because they were just as cool if not cooler!

He'd be happy to give this little guy all the treats he wanted, but just as he was about to pull a dead mouse out of the container by its tail, the jarvey SPRANG out of his arms.

"Wha--?" Morgan turned to see what his jarvey was so excited about. "Oh! Gnomes! Get him....!" Uhh, what was his jarvey's name? Morgan wasn't sure he knew or just forgot, but did everyone see that his jarvey was leading the attack? He was awesome!

He tore his eyes from his jarvey momentarily to pay attention to Dubya's instructions. Ooh, a gnome game! Yeah he could do this and he ran over to splash into the mud and help out his jarvey get rid of those pesky gnomes. You had to swing it and throw it or something, right?

K blinked as she read the description on her particular Jarvey again, noting the fact it said he was hard of hearing. Hmm, well, that was okay. This class was just about hanging out with them and getting to know them anyways, right? He very much seemed to be enjoying the pets and the kibble, so this should be absolutely FINE. She was also more than happy to just keep rubbing his little head and filling his tummy with food. And maybe if she was lucky he'd say fun things! Instead of just... talking about Canada? Maybe she should find him so maple bacon or something.. though she doubted that was in the selection of treats Professor XYZ had to offer.

She had moved her and her new friend to go look for more treats when all of sudden there was GNOMES? And the Professor was asking them to have the Jarvey's help round them up? Siiiigh. So much for just pets and food...

She wrinkled her nose as she weighed the options for how to assist. Did she want to climb down into the giant pit of mud? No, not particularly. But she also didn't want to just let the Jarvey in her hands go. Not that she thought he was capable of being particularly vicious past his prime, perhaps? but more because she was WORRIED she'd LOSE him or something terrible like that. So... into the pit she would go. She grabbed a handful of what looked like dog treats, stuff them into her robes pockets and climbing into the NASTY pit.

"Alright, MOZART." Was she talking REALLY loudly at the creature? Yes, because hopefully he'd hear her then. "CAN YOU GET THE GNOMES? I'LL ... ER.... HELP. AND GIVE YOU LOTS OF TREATS." Maybe if he did particularly well, she'd even actually touch one of those dead mice to give to him!

She set the Jarvey down, before going off on her own little escapade to try to catch one of the bothersome gnomes and throw it towards the Jarvey and just HOPE he was up to assisting.

If not, gnome throwing sounded like a nice stress relief.

Much like the jarvey she had chosen, Nina also did not like all these people being around. "No it--" But what it was, the jarvey would never find out because Nina immediately let go of the kibble, pulling her hand back with a SCREEEECH! Was she bleeding? Oh my god, was she BLEEDING?

Okay so thankfully, she wasn't. But what if the weasley animal had a DISEASE or something!? She fixed it with a GLARE. One she ALMOST fixed their professor with after having heard him address the class again.

No.

Professor WWWWWWW asked if they wanted to bring their jarveys in the mud pit to drive back the gnomes and Nina’s honest answer? No. She did not want to do that. Honesty is the best policy, is it not? She also did not care for a prize. No prize was worth ending up in a mud pit. So, instead, Nina tried her very best to back away from the crowd slowly and hoping not to be caught doing so. People like the likes of that McCourtney fellow were doing a great job of taking center stage anyway.