Naomi had started to get a handle on controlling her lovely Care of Magical Creatures’ project enough to begin covertly taking it to class every so often. Sometimes he curled up in her lap and didn’t make a peep, or he crept around a classroom and put a few things out of place, or he just cleverly bothered others. He was easy enough to reign in, though, with all the other creatures wandering around the castle, it was no mystery as to what the culprit was. Who, was another mystery entirely, mostly one only her friends were familiar with.

Though someone else somehow managed to solve it.

During breakfast, the Slytherin had acquired a letter from the counselor—for what she wasn’t sure. She hadn’t really been fighting with people lately, at least not in an overly dramatic fashion that warranted counseling.

Of course, after she opened the letter, she realized it had absolutely nothing to do with anything—or anything she thought was terribly pressing.

• Let your curiosity allow you to have un chat with me over some lunch today. I would just like to talk you about classes, OWLs, and other kinds of dangerous creatures—it’s all elementary!
  
  
  
  
  P.S. I prefer Watson

And so, for lunch, the door to the school counselor’s office cautiously opened. First, the shameless Saberfur, Sherlock, trotted into the room and then Naomi slipped through the door after him. With her hands tucked into the warm pockets of her coat, Naomi suspiciously quirked a tall eyebrow at the other witch.

“’Dat was kinda weird.”