Heliotrope clutched the catalog. She could already think of a few adjustments that magical maintenance and the other level 4 handlers could help with. “Maybe some stronger light overhead so she could sun herself. If we could also source some live krill and crustaceans for meals.”
Being fully aquatic, it was impossible for Sulesk to get far if she tried to leave the tank. And highly improbable she would shed her own pelt in an attempt to escape, given the current incident. There was too much Ministry in the way before she would even reach the surface.
Maybe tearing into some crab would satisfy her aggression. Heliotrope should make a note that food was to be levitated in and any squeamish handlers might not want to watch.
She held her wand for a moment before considering how much from the Translation office she would have to get. She should just walk back and then get a moving desk. “I can update the report from here as I watch her.”
“And.”
A slight pause. As much other students had made fun of her for being “and all the rest” in regards to the values of Helga Hufflepuff, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She had grown up in a group-minded society in Loch Lomond. Teamwork, loyalty, support of the colony was an unstated but core characteristic for Heliotrope. Even as the ‘colony’ aspect changed, from her peers, to quidditch teams, and now in the sub-offices of the Beast division. Helio was no house elf but she was dedicated, following orders with few questions.
So it was quite rare for her to make requests. “Please
deploy me the moment I’m needed in the search for Ve’sker.”
fin