#say no to niffler milk and its variants

[ask-aileen-berwick]

Slipping through the ancient door of the Slytherin common room, Nosy's tiny feet pitter-patter with the triumph of a day well spent. The little Niffler was still feeling very proud of himself. Sebastian surely would be thrilled by the aromatic surprise he had in store for him! The aroma alone could make even the most stoic being weak at the knees.

But wait, who's this? A figure perched on the stone bench caught his attention. A lone wanderer. Nosy tilted his head, trying to recall where he had seen this lass before. But the little Niffler shrugged.

Well, well, well, seems like it's this girl's lucky day, Nosy thought to himself. He decided to grace this lonely girl with his delightful presence! Rummaging through his belly pouch, Nosy retrieved the smelly chunk of cheese once more. 

Ah, the aroma!

Breaking off a crumb of the pungent delight, Nosy inhaled deeply, savouring the scent that tickled his nostrils and set his taste buds tingling. Almost drooling, he stashed the rest of the cheese away, ready to bestow his gift upon the unsuspecting Slytherin. 

With a triumphant honk, Nosy hopped onto the girl's lap and placed the crumb down, chirping at her as if he wanted to say, aren't you a lucky one? This Niffler is feeling particularly generous today!

With a cute wiggle of his bum, Nosy hopped down and waddled towards the stairs, sliding down the railing with a playful gleam in his eye.

The sudden weight in her lap is what draws Aileen's attention first, then the pungent smell coming from the creature sitting there.

"Hello there, little guy," she coos, extending a hand to pet him. She halts upon the creature dropping something tiny next to himself. Before she has a chance to fully acknowledge the offering, the niffler is gone from her lap.

"Thank you?"

Aileen carefully grabs the crumb between forefinger and thumb and brings it to her nose, sniffing. Her face contorts in disgust. Should I...? He left it for me, but he isn't around to see what I do with it...

With a tentative look around the room, she tosses it into her open mouth and swallows the foul cheese. If she doesn't chew, she can't taste it, and yet she gags anyways. She rushes to the washroom to brush her teeth or puke, or both.