Hestia stepped into the library lugging an obviously heavy backpack on one arm and a small basket in the other. The basket held an egg, the one that the students were supposed to be caring for. Being an only child Hestia had no idea how to care for an infant. Sure, she knew the obvious—change the diaper, love it, feed it. Blah, blah, blah. But there was much more to it then that, and she needed to know. As much as the students were dreading this she couldn’t help but admit that this was going to be useful for the future.
Just as the badger began to sit down at a table near the front of the Library she heard the egg starting to whimper. Oh no. How dreadful. Grudgingly she picked it up from its makeshift carrier and set it in her lap. Hestia glanced around quickly making sure no one was watching her before she looked back down at the egg. “Shh,” she tried to hum soothingly, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Uh—I’m … er, here.” What were you supposed to say to an EGG? A freaking egg. It was all so odd.