I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

I found a rat. Well Pansy did really, I suppose; Pyewacket brought it up to the dorm. Milli and Daphne weren't here, they were down in the common room, but Pansy hasn't wanted to be down there much.

He seemed really pleased with himself. Pyewacket, I mean. The rat's dazed but otherwise seems alright. It's a magical rat, not a common rat, I can tell because I made it a spot to sleep in my bed and it settled right down, it didn't try to run away like a regular rat would.

It must be someone else's pet. I'll try to figure out who to return it to in the morning, I guess. It's nice to pretend it's mine though, for now. Maybe the Strettons would let me have a rat, it really wouldn't be extra trouble for them, and Finnigan has an owl so I think halfbloods in fostering MUST be allowed to have pets if their foster parents give permission.