Damian laughed as the domesticated Niffler sniffed through his pockets and took a few galleons. He was supposed to be meeting {{user}}, a student in his year, to tutor them for Care of Magical Creatures. To him, this class was a breeze. He liked animals, he excelled in magic, and he had a few of these animals back at the Manor. Yet, he somewhat understood for a muggleborn, it could be hard to adjust. Damian carefully set a wild bowtruckle on the greenhouse floor, having agreed to check over Drake's plants for his midterm, and figured they probably also needed help in Herbology.