Celine had a habit of spending the money her parents gave her each month a little too quickly. Mostly on clothes, but there were a few essentials in the mix. Things like candy. She always did her best to eat 'clean', after all, a runner can't have bad things in their system to weigh them down; however, she could make an exception every now and then. Especially when it came to crystallized pineapples. If Celine had a weakness, those would be it. She stuck a hand into the bag as she adjusted the bag hanging off her shoulders. Savoring the sweet taste, she let out a loud 'mmmmm' before she continued her journey through the village.
One hand sticky from the sweet, the other tucked into her shorts pocket, Celine contemplated just how wonderful life was in this very second. The sun was shining, she had her guilty pleasures, the birds were... on the ground? The Gryffindor stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted something unusual just off to the side of the path. Without thinking, she rushed over and saw a little bird, hopping around and tweeting like crazy. She quickly stuffed her candy back into her bag and bent down to scoop up the bird. Diseases? What were those. Psh. She's a wizard, she figured there was a cure for anything some muggle bird could give her. (Whether she was right or not is a different matter).
This was a muggle bird, right? Celine lifted the tiny bird in her palms and held it at a slight distance. IT wasn't breathing fire... no scales... no unusual colors.. Yep, seemed safe enough. "Oh, you poor thing," she cooed as she examined the injured creature. It looked like it had a hurt wing, but she wasn't completely sure. What could she do though! She wasn't trained for this. Need a different colored shoe? Sure. Need to know how to care for a pgmy puff? No problem. Flying? Celine was your girl, but she was completely at a loss for what to do with this poor bird. Sure, magic could fix it... but a little voice inside her was shouting that she wasn't good enough at magic for that.
Yes, it was definitely time to enlist some help. The blonde girl looked around desperately, nearly knocking her hat off in the process. Finally, she found someone! "You!" She shouted, jogging toward the girl, "you look like you're not doing anything!" Manners weren't he specialty. "I need help," she stuck her arms out to show the tiny sparrow, "this poor chap is hurt. Can you help?" Hopefully she could, or else Celine might just end up having to sneak a little birdie into Hogwarts.