Warning: Not Animal Friendly. [OPEN.]

[Narcissa Black]

“You dirty little beast!”

Narcissa Black did not know, for certain, what possessed her to take this class. Perhaps it was the whim of an overly spoiled thirteen year old. She'd known about creatures that were simply 'icky', but had never encountered them before she started taking Care of Magical Creatures. This wasn't to say she'd never encountered a magical creature before; it was really the only type she was familiar with!

Her country estate had more house elves then she could count and housed her father's stable of superb Abraxans and Aethonans. She herself claimed one of the winged, blonde (she favored anything with a similar hair hue to herself) creatures as her own. And she looked very pretty upon it too. Her great, great aunt Belvina kept a stable of unicorns up until her death; the ministry had taken them away. Narcissa had pitched a right fit- them taking away her inheritance like that. She even was familiar with the non-magical creature assortment. Two girls in her dorm room had frogs, and the rest all had kittens! Narcissa happily kept an elf owl all to herself.

But this, she decided, still flinging her hand wildly at the crab like little monster that had attached itself to her wand. One of her class mates told her to simply poke the damned creature off. This was no creature; this was a beast! And like hell she'd put her carefully painted and creamed hand near a beast! She hadn't signed up for Being attacked by magical infestations, bugs, and beasts! Cissa tossed her wand to the ground, letting out another cry of outrage- her blonde hair swinging. A slew of rather unlady like words ripped from the girls mouth as she tried to pry one from her hair.

“Miss Black I told students to forgo bringing any magical wear or supplies for this very reason...” But Narcissa ignored the teacher, eyes welling up as someone finally came to her rescue and pulled the damned thing from her locks. Grabbing her wand- the Chizpurfle finally having abandoned it- she grabbed her bag from the corner of the yard set aside for care of magical creatures class.

“I have to go to the nurse for emotional stress and possibly hair loss.” She said walking away from the group. She heard the flustered teacher simply dismiss class, and Cissa melded with the group of students walking back to the castle.

[Lily Evans]

That annoying girl's voice interrupted Lily's thoughts as she examined the creature at hand. It wasn't that bad; it was a little odd and it wasn't something she'd run into if she were a muggle. That was the one downside to this class: they totally ignored any creature without magical properties. Otherwise, Lily enjoyed the class. Not as much as she did Potions, but that was besides the point,

The scene was very annoying at first. The stupid girl was so annoying. She acted like the poor creature was going to open it's mouth and swallow her whole. She rolled her eyes and tried her best to ignore the idiot Black girl. She was so irriated with those rather nasty Slytherins. They were the reason her and Severus had broke their friendship in the first place. Sure, now it was slowly being mended, but she still resented the blasted house. And this girl was one of them.

The scene wasn't so annoying for too long, however, as Lily was trying to hold back a laugh. She couldn't hold it back forever, when she dropped her wand and cried out she couldn't help but laugh at the rather helpless girl. It was rather simple to get rid of the creature. All she had to do was poke it away, and here she was avoiding touching it. As if it would bite her finger the moment it neared the creature. Her face was flushed at her recent laughter. The girl was so stupid.

Nobody else was going to do a blasted thing. They were all going to just sit there and watch her suffer. She rolled her eyes and stood up. She knew someone had to do something, or who knew what was going to happen. She rushed over to the girl and shooed away the creature. She watched as the girl took her wand and other supplies before telling the Professor she was just going to leave for---would you believe it, emotional purposes. She rolled her eyes.

The Professor wasn't happy and he didn't seem to know what else to do but to dismiss the class. With a sigh, Lily walked back to her place and picked up her pack, pulling it easily over her right shoulder and catching up with the crowd. Thanks to the Black girl, she was going to miss a class and now she would just have to go study about the creature. In no time at all, surprsingly, she'd caught up to the girl who had just moments ago ruined everyone's class time.

"What's your problem?" She asked. Her voice was not unkind, rather it carried a tone of actual curiosity.

[Narcissa Black]

Narcissa fought tears as she combed her fingers through her hair, searching for anything else that could have taken up lodging in her locks as if it was a cheap downtown London boarding home for immigrants run by a second generation family of Greeks. The tips of her soft fingers pressed against her scalp making sure she didn't have any bald spots in her finely kept hair; it was her best feature. Cissa didn't know what she'd do if she found a gaping hole in her hair; probably sue or something. There was, most likely, a hair regrowth potion she could make, but she was never good at potions.

She, if she was one of the other students, would have been happy to get a glass period off. They wouldn't have to work with those ghastly little beasties ever again and it was all thanks to her selfless act of being attacked by them. Martyred for them. But not willingly, she supposed, so she wasn't really a martyr. She'd have wished the little demons on any of the other students in her year. Especially the one behind her currently.

“What?” She snapped, turning on her heals to face the bushy-ginger facing her. Who in the name of Merlin had any right to question her? Well, actually, there were a number of people that did. Most of the elder Slytherins had that right as did most of her elder relatives and teachers. But this girl was neither of those groups. The blonde, shorter girl sized her up. She wasn't Pureblooded; that was for sure. And really, if she wasn't the youngest Black didn't feel the needed to continue her evaluation on her tacky shoes and hair unkempt hair. Narcissa had a strict standard when it came to appearance that was ingrained into her mind her entire life. This chit did not fit.

“My problem is that cow of a woman thrusting things that are clearly not creatures into my life. Those are beasts and bugs. Creatures are nice things like Aethonans and faeries and things that won't hurt you and pester you.” She said, fingers finally lowering from her hair. “But I suppose filth like yourself haven't gotten the pleasure -nor ever will- of real magical creatures. You don't belong.”

Narcissa had downgraded on the terms she flung around since last year. She'd picked up some fantastically awful and insulting ones from her sister and had hardly been using them to put down a group of unruly mudblood Ravenclaws that had been pestering her while she was trying to have a moment with Andi when their head of house had walked up behind her. He wasn't one for the cause apparently. Fifty docked points later, she hadn't said those words since. However, she didn't bite back her tongue with lesser comments, like now.