Danny stared at the small piece of fluff that sat on her desk. So she was supposed to apply some sort of charm to it ... how many times a day was she supposed to do it again? She remembered Cricket talking about the charms, but after that point, Danny just drew up blanks. There was a reason she wasn't good at schoolwork- everything just seemed to go one ear and come out the other. She couldn't retain information like most people could. It just ... disappeared!

She scowled at the little lammit sitting there. It wasn't doing anything really. By now, Willow's faulty protection charm had worn off, so the fluffy little thing wasn't darting around haphazardly anymore. That had been a hilarious sight.

As soon as she had brought the thing home, she'd made the mistake of opening the cage before it was ready. Afraid of her protection charm, the lammit had immediately dashed off where no one could find it. Tony and Tiff had fun sniffing it out, but it would just scurry from one object to another. Eventually Danny had just given up and waited until it came out on its own a few hours later. At least her charm had been faulty. It could've been bad if Willow had given her an extremely potent charm; we might not've seen that charm for DAYS.

Now it was just lying there on her desk, sleeping. Danny thumbed through her little set of charms, similar to the ones she received in class. She was sure there was some sort of strategy or method to using them, but as to what that method was ... Danny was out of ideas.

"C'mon little guy," she muttered, "Can't you just give me a hint? Like a little tiny hint? Am I supposed to put them on all at once? Really slowly? Really quickly?" She flipped the charms over in her hands aimlessly. The lammit gave no response, save for a flip onto his belly. He clearly wasn't interested in whatever it was that Danny had to say. All he was interested in was getting the best nap he possibly could. Yeah, his priorities weren't the best, okay? He's a minipet. Give him a break.

Danny let out a moan of frustration. How was she supposed to pass this class when she didn't even remember what to do. Maybe it was just like in class. Danny hadn't even thought about it, she'd just slapped the thing on and then taken it off after a while. There was no thought to it. She just did it. That's what she would do! She could just throw them on lickety split.

Okay, well with that matter settled, she could move on to the next problem. How many did she put on? Danny counted them all up (somewhat slowly). She had fourteen. Was she supposed to put all fourteen on at once? Two a day? One each day, and the remaining 7 were for class next week? Maybe she was supposed to save them all until the very end. Maybe the lammit was supposed to decide how many it wanted.

Gah this was too difficult. Danny huffed and looked at the lammit, then at her rabo, Tiff. "Tiff, I need some tape!" she announced dramatically, like a mad scientist to their igor. Nothing. Absolutely no response. Well it was expected, considering Tiff was a minipet and couldn't understand what she was saying. Danny gave a huff and got up from her chair, searching around on her shelf until she found a good roll of tape. Take that!

The lammit let out a squeak as the tape was brought down upon it, securing it in place. Danny's fingers worked quickly to secure her little lammit. Then she began peeling the charms off their sticker things one by one, and then slapping them on the lammit. Pretty soon the minipet was covered in not two (the prescribed amount), but fourteen charms. It squeaked and squealed under the pressure of the FEAR, twitching slightly. Danny wasn't sure if that was how it was supposed to work, but her phone was rining.

"Right now?" She looked back at the lammit. No, it'd be fine on its own! "Okay! I'm on my way now!" Without even looking back at the lammit, she was already out the door and off to her friend's dorm.

So it remained like that for the next week or so. Danny didn't spend much time in her dorm, other than to sleep. The lammit went missing on the third day, but she found it later snuggled up under her bed. She figured if it was more comfortable under there, why bother it?

By the time the last day came, Danny had all but forgotten about the lammit. She was frantically searching around her room for the stupid fluffball. "Fluffthing? Where are you??" she shouted in desperation. Then she remembered the bed. Hadn't it been stuffed under there? She crouched down low, so as to look under the bed. Sure enough, it was under there. Six glowing yellow eyes stared back at her, but the lammit was completely motionless. It twitched every couple of seconds, but for the most part it didn't do anything but stare at her. Just stare.

SHE DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. Her homework was due today and she needed to get her grade up in the class. She couldn't fail Sex Ed after all! Danny sent G in to try and shove the thing out, but it wouldn't budge. Next she tried waving food around it, but nothing happened. It just sat there. Staring.

Frustrated, Danny flopped down on the ground and stared back. "Stupid thing- I need to turn you in to Cricket!" At the mention of Cricket's name, the lammit seemed to come to life, like it knew that Cricket was a better option than what it was doing now. Six insect-like legs scurried across Danny's hard floors, and it set itself down in front of her, at her feet. "Well ... okay. Let's go then little guy!" Danny hadn't even figured out that she'd done something wrong yet.

It was normal for these things to look mutant, right? The twitching and the stillness must've been normal too. Definitely.