Flora silently wished for freedom. Her stitches were even and well hidden in Sugar's fur, from five years of practice and stitching by hand before that. She didn't know what sort of things to do other than disarming, so some of her spells were mimicry of the students around her, plus a handful of healing spells and charms she's been practicing over the summer. The repetition of the cooing was a little unsettling as it reminded her of Victor as a baby, so she gave it a little pat before gingerly returning it to the box when the lesson was finished.