Kayleigh wrinkled her nose at the idea of Dragon's Milk. She had been around it once, when her mother was making an advanced potion, and it smelled absolutely vile.
"Do you think Hagrid would some? He always seems to have the oddest things," she suggested, the idea coming to her suddenly.
"And please don't tell me that the butterfly wings have to be fresh...I do not want to pick them."