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BanaBatGirl 
Ahhhhhhhhahahaaha. Somone actually brought a kneazle to class. William had certainly developed a darker sense of humor after living in the dark for half the year and alone for all the rest of the time. When he'd said students were welcome to bring their cats to class, he really did mean it. But the kneazles? That was just a trap. All the kneazles would have to stay in the barn AFTER class.
"Hello," he greeted the girl, and her black kneazle. "So what's her name?" The cat, not the girl. He'd figure out her name shortly. And, "You haven't been keeping her in your dorm, have you?" He almost felt bad for Piers, y'know, ha ha ha ha. He should get her Head of House to search her dorm for contraband now.
Silly Slytherin. Rule-breaking is for Gryffindors.
Okay, so this was it. This was the moment she'd been dreading. He had to find out about it sooner or later, and...well, she guessed this was now. But then she chickened out. In her head, she went over every possible scenario that could happen next.
- She could pretend she didn't speak English. 'No entiendo.'
- She could pretend she needed to suddenly go to the bathroom.
- She could just let Maleficent loose and pretend she had no idea what Williamson was on about.
- She could...
UGH.
"I don't know. I mean, I do. But... No entiendo," she said, all her thoughts accidentally coming together at once. Oops. She hadn't meant to toss in that last one. Her name...her name was.
"Isla Bellchant. It's nice to meet you, Sir. Welcome to Hogwarts!" Literally none of that had gone as planned. None of it. She was the worst fibber in the history of fibbers.
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BanaBatGirl So, now that everyone appeared to be settled and bonding with a cat (or kneazle), it was time to officially start the lesson. William picked up a bag of kneazle treats, rattled it noisily to get all the animals and their humans' attention, and then stepped forward into the center of the area to begin.
"Right, so as you've all seen, we have some cats and some kneazles here today, and maybe some other animals as well." William didn't glance at the covered crate but he WAS thinking about it. "On the topic of cats of all shapes and sizes, please tell me what you already know about magical or mundane cats? What kind of care (and CAUTION) is required of these animals? If you brought a cat to class today, how do you care for it? Do some breeds require special care? As you answer, please, uh, tell me your name, and your pet's name, and don't be afraid to build onto each others' answers. If I like your answer, I'll toss you and your feline a treat." Just a little incentive to get them going and to keep the cats settled (for now).
When the focus turned off her and Maleficent, Isla turned to her kneazle.
I'm so sorry, Maleficent. If the kneazle got taken away, it'd be all Isla's fault. It had to happen sooner or later, though. She just hoped she'd be allowed to take her home at the end of the year...
She sighed and raised her hand.
"If you own a cat, you can buy it a scratching post. It helps the cats remove unwanted things from their claws. It also gives them somewhere to scratch besides furniture and other things in your house," she said. Also...
"I'm Isla, and this...this is Maleficent. She didn't even look at her new professor as she said that last line.