Nifflers and a Prefect Badge Open Finished

Green. The color that reflected the grass, and leaves on the trees. And the water, if the Sun hit it just right. Though, mostly it was blue.

Had she not been in a muggle school, understanding why the grass was green would've made it seem like pure magic, done only by wizards. But after being in Science, and excelling, she knew exactly why the grass was green. Green was such a pretty color too, shame the Gryffindor house color was red. Green and maroon, or green and gold would've been cute. The former would've made Gryffindor the color of Christmas, though. And the latter would've made the house look like a leprechaun. Irish people would be pretty thankful, though.

Taking daily walks on the Grounds was a fun activity. She had met Saskia there, and the Hufflepuff was a down-to-earth person, and definitely was a polar opposite of Millie's outgoing personality. She had even met Min-seo again, and the two ended up forgiving and forgetting their past quarrels, and were now pretty positive on the people scale.

Millie hadn't been walking for very long, when she saw something shiny in the ground. Before she could investigate further, however, a boy Millie had only seen once before, had picked the shiny thing up. Curiosity crept through her skin like a disease, and she knew that asking wasn't going to hurt. So, she decided to investigate.

"What is it?" She asked, nearing the boy. Her amethyst eyes flickered to the shiny thing in his hand, and then back to the boy. Perhaps, in some case, curiosity was a sin.

Alan was inspecting the badge and after a few more moments, he could see no indication that this prefect badge was not real. Alan stared at it for a moment, turning and twisting it around, before he closed his hand around the shiny metal.

He was promptly snapped out of his thoughts, when someone suddenly spoke to him. Twisting his head from his crouching position he noticed that the girl was vaguely familiar, making the second year wonder, where and when he could have met her before. She was a Gryffindor, that was obvious with her robes and the Gryffindor crest that was sewn on it. The standard Gryffindor robes one might say. So Alan just decided to answer the question.

”A Prefect Badge, it looks real! It's a weird place to drop it... do you think there was a Niffler involved?”, Alan had only heard stories about Nifflers and sometimes they appeared in the Quibbler or even the Daily Prophet. Alan usually got the Prophet, but was merely skimming through it to see whether there was anything interesting written in it. ”Shall we look for the Niffler?”, he asked, nervously, not wanting to bother anyone but also wanting to sate his curiosity. Alan would love to find a Niffler somewhere on the grounds! They looked so cute with their big eyes and their cute paws grasping anything and everything shiny.

Interacting with @Alan Vanes and @Euphrasia Millie

A Prefect badge? A Niffler? What would the tiny creature have to do with the badge? It was widely known that Nifflers loved anything shiny and sparkly, Millie learned that the hard way. The thought of wearing a necklace she had long outgrown, and feeling something tug the back of her neck, and choke the girl, made her shudder.

If the creature had gotten its hands on the badge, and accidently dropped it, shouldn't the two be more worried about finding the lost Prefect, and returning the badge? Millie was soon to voice her concerns to the boy, when a familiar voiced popped up. Quickly, with more anticipation, she turned around to see an even more familiar face; Meenauh!

"Do you really think a Niffler could be behind all of this?" Millie muttered quietly. Not to anyone in particular, though. "And Nifflers are like groundhogs or something, they would be so hard to catch!"

But figuring out what happened, and capturing a Niffler were only two of the problems. What would the three do if they did catch a Niffler? What if there wasn't even one around and they were making fools of themselves. Though, what would be the harm in trying?

Another curious thought peered into Millie's mind. Capturing a Niffler wouldn't be too hard if something shiny happened to be near-

How would this work?

Interacting with @Alan Vanes, @Euphrasia Millie and @Meenauh Silmataurea

Margo strolled lazily through the Hogwarts grounds, enjoying the early summers day. In that moment, her mind was not present in the meadow that she walked in, but instead was a few hours ahead in the Slytherin girls dormitory. She imagined herself receiving the promised owl from home and savouring each blackberry as she popped it in her mouth. Mmm, blackberries Oh how she craved them. They were by far her favourite fruits and every time she savoured their taste, memories of her happy childhood came to mind. It was her family’s tradition- in the way that some families had set Christmas decorations or baked the same cake to celebrate Easter each year. The White family celebrated birthdays with blackberries.

Usually, Margo would scorn any kind of tradition, but blackberries were an exception. The only exception She reminded herself. The last thing she wanted to be was a hypocrite.

Margo was so caught up in her purple stained fantasies that she didn’t realise she was nearing a group of people until she was standing right in front of them. By the looks of their robes, they were all Gryffindors. Margo smiled slightly- she really had a chance to stand out here. The students all seemed to be talking about a lost prefect badge and a potential niffler on the loose. Margo had read about nifflers- cuddly looking creatures who liked gold more than anything else imaginable. She could only imagine how fun it would be to chase after a creature who might not even exist, and all the while surrounded by a category of students she had never really been around before.

”Shall we look for the niffler?” Margo heard the only boy out of the three students ask. When she heard one of the girls mention enraging a niffler she couldn’t help but smirk, though it was meant to be more friendly than anything else. The idea of a fluffy little treasure hunter attacking somebody was something that would make anyone smile, Margo reasoned before she opened her mouth to speak.

”Hi, I’m Margo. Could you use an extra pair of hands in capturing the niffler? I’d go and offer my hoarding services to it instead but the whole problem is that we don’t know it’s location.” she joked.

The second year shrugged slightly, he was not sure if there really was a Niffler behind this. But if that was the case he did not want to miss the chance! It sounded way too much like an adventure he would enjoy and imagine what he could tell Griffith, if he found a real Niffler. The professor surely would like to know if there are any creatures roaming around the castle.

”Looking for it would not hurt so let us think... N-Niffler like shiny things; where would be shiny things on the Grounds?”, he asked, fiddling with the hem of his robe's sleeves. He was slightly nervous as he did not know many of them. He remembered seeing that one girl before; at the ball that was held for Gryffindor. He could not remember her name, did she even tell him? He was not sure, he just remembered that he cleaned her dress because it was completely drenched in punch, because of that one boy; Kyle. He hoped that Marla was all right, after all she went with him and he seemed mad.

Alan has never tried to catch a Niffler, so his first sign to look for were other shiny things. He smiled nervously, looking at the group of students, waiting for any input that they had to offer.

Interacting with @Alan Vanes, @Euphrasia Millie and @Margo White

If her imagination wasn't as insane as it was, Millie would've deemed everyone in the group insane, and left. However, she had an imagination as wild as the wind. It became more and more practical in her everyday life, than normal thinking had. But she was a kid, who gave a damn?

A new girl arrived, and introduced herself as Margo. "Nice to meet you, I'm Millie," She chirped, smiling. Meenauh said something about shiny things. Millie curiously looked at Margo; did she have anything shiny?

Then a certain idea popped into Millie's head. She looked at the prefect badge, and took note of its marking and coloring. It shined in the sunlight, and she knew why the curious lil Niffler would want to take it. But a new thought appeared in her mind, why did the small group want to even lure out a Niffler in the first place?

"I wonder if the Prefect who lost it is looking for it?" She thought aloud. The prefect badge needed to be returned, regardless. How would they return it anyway, without being suspicious? Even if they did return it, then the prefect in question would immediately think that the group stole it. What was gonna happen then? Would they tell on the professors, thinking that one of them stole it?

Anxiety activated.

“I don’t take it upon myself to carry diamonds around in my pockets if that’s what you’re asking, but as it happens I do have these.” Margo said, pulling out a small drawstring bag from her robes. She opened it and poured out a few of its contents into her palm to show the others. They were small kitten pendants, each one glinting in the sunshine with a different design. They definitely weren’t made out of any precious metals, but they were sparkly to the eye. 

“My grandmother gave them to me.” Margo’s added, wanting to clarify that she wasn’t kitten obsessed and did NOT make little bracelets in her spare time. She loved her grandma, but the old lady didn’t really understand what Margo meant when she said she made her own clothes. Besides, Margo was more of a dog person- if someone gave her something decorated with an image of her family’s dog, Mimi, she would treasure it until her dying breath. 

Margo didn’t want to disclose any more personal information so promptly shut her mouth and took a steadying breath through her nose. The girl who’d introduced herself as Millie suggested a more practical use of their time- returning the lost badge. However, Margo thought that it would be much more interesting to search for a possible niffler rather than an existing person... a conclusion that definitely had nothing to do with the one Slytherin prefect whom she did not particularly want to return a badge to. 

She wasn’t avoiding her... just taking a break. A niffler hunt was much more fun than the tension that would ensue if the prefect badge belonged to Ruby Cazares. Besides, Margo was in an interesting position. She was surrounded by three Gryffindor strangers, each with different quirks to be discovered. Time for experiment number one. 

“So, are we looking for a prefect or a niffler?”