Staying Around

Andrew looked at the egg again with his face strecthed into a questioning look. He was curious if this time of species even had a name at all, and if it did, what it would be like. So far, he could tell it could travel underwater and on land, so it may just be a large snake that can do many things. "We could ask Matt," he said referring to the Minister of Magic "or Jess. We can both trust them, and maybe they could give us a straight answer. Who knows?"

He looked back at Miseria and saw she was still dripping wet. He pulled out his wand and said "Need me to dry you off? I know a spell," he said calmly as he held the egg in his left arm. For a second, he thought he felt the egg kick a bit, but just dismissed the thought thinking that it was still very cold out.

She nodded. “Yes, Matt or Jess are good idea... Maybe we should talk both of them. Matt is actually the minister of magic. Maybe he'll accept the fact that we want to keep a lizard-snake-bassilisc hybrid as a pet. No one will suspect nothing if we call it Snakey,“ she said, padding the egg softly. “They will think that it's a worm,“ she giggled quietly. Her mother instincts were still on, she wouldn't let anything happen to someone who can't protect himself.
That would be just rude if she'd let the poor thing die before it was born.

She then shook her head, and ran her fingers trough her wet hair. Atleast her clothes were now dried out. This was the main thing. “No, thank you. I actually like the air dry,“ she said happily to him, pushing her hair away from her face.

Andrew nodded and then pocketed his wand inside his right jeans pocket. "Alright then," he said nodding his head "we'll talk to Matt and see if he knows any place where we can find out about something like this. Although, I think he may want to keep it for observation or something." He wasn't fond of the idea of going to the ministry, as most of the parts of the ministry were corrupted. He had read reports that there was at least one Death Eater inside the Ministry, working as a regular person. If it was an Auror position, then there may be some trouble in the future. "And Snakey?" he asked and then nodded "alright, we'll call him that. But I think it would be more inconspicuous of we called it 'Harold' or something."

[Now, imagine Andrew/Miseria demanding this snake:“No! Snakey! Spit this poor little child out, now!“]

She nodded, again. Yes, she knew that Matt would keep the egg for himself until he'll get to know what exactly was in this thing. Yet, she would not agree if he'd want to kill this thing. He was innocent, and they could teach every animal they wanted. It was a magical world after all. And even Voldemort had his snake. Nagini. So, they had their chances, too.
Then she rolled her eyes, and laughed quietly. “Harold? I wouldn't call even myself with that name if I'd be a boy... or a snake,“ she grinned at him, and looked down at the egg. “Besides, Snakey is fine as we don't know the genre of the animal right now...“ she added with a smart nod.

[Haha I guess it would make more sense then 'Harold, spit that child out now!' ]

"Yeah but one thing is for certain," he said calmly as he looked at the egg once more "it can breathe underwater." He moved the egg around in his hands, the texture of it surprisingly smooth. He thought something of this type of species would have a hard shell. Maybe that was why the mother had went back to protect it. He heard the chirping of birds again, which he had not heard for a while since the snake attack, and actually felt better and didn't shake. "Well I wonder what we do with it now," he said "I mean, for all we know, it could have to stay in a cold environment. And it's starting to warm up now."

Miseria agreed with him silently, and then looked around. No one was near, thank goodness. She didn't know if this animal was maybe in the red book... If it was really the race what was the last kind of it... They would be in a lot of trouble. They killed... No, She killed it's mother. “Yeah... and i don't know how i will tell to it that i was the one who murdured, and kind of tortured it's mommy,“ she said with a sigh, looking back at the lake. She could notice some several red spots in it. Blood. From the wounds caused by sectumsempras.
“We... need something in what to put it... with the water of the lake,“ she said, breathing hardly. She already killed one of those, and the second murder wasn't nessesary.

Andrew nodded and then began to set the egg down in the shallow part of the lake near them. It was the same temperature as when they had found it, so it should be alright for now. "I'll be right back," he said and then suddenly disappeared. About a minute later, he returned with a small fish tank in his hands. "Alright let's fill this up," he said and pulled out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa! he said and then fish tank was lifted from his arms. Andrew directed the fish tank to the lake and then had it submerged in the water. After the air bubbles disappeared, he pulled it out of the lake, the tank filled to the brim. He floated the tank over back in front of him and set it down. He grabbed the egg nearby and set it in the cold water. "That should keep it alive for now," he said and sat down by it. "And the ministry won't care if you killed it," he said calmly smiling at her "if we both say it was in self defense, then nothing will happen and be more concerned about the egg."

When Andrew put the egg into the water, she stepped closer to it, and bowed down, watching it closely. Nothing changed. She couldn't even see any of the cracks, and then she nodded, not looking around when he disappeared, and a minute later he came back. She stood up, and stepped away from the water and watched his actions.
“Actually, they would... though, i'm still in a magical world...“ she said, but coughed quietly. ,“No, I am not afraid of using the unforgivable curses, but still... I'd rather kill a death eater than this snake...“ she said, but nodded. Probably he was right. “I hope so. Atleast I do not want for the little Snakey die. He's too young, and innocent for it.“

Andrew looked at Miseria and smiled "He'll be alright," he assured looking at the egg. It was odd, but it seemed to have a sort of, spiky, texture once it was in the water and it has a slight black streak. Curiousity taking the best of him, he kneeled next to the tank and then tried to pick it up. When he did, it felt as though like pronounciations had kept it firm in his hand. When he lifted it out of the water, he nearly dropped it because it became smooth. "That is weird," he said softly as he set it back down in the water, feeling the spiky pronounciations again. He stared at it and tried to reason on how that happened, but he couldn't think of one.

She wanted to believe his words, but on the second thoughts, who would let someone like that live?
“hope so,“ she only replied, and looked at his actions. When he mentioned that this is weird, she raised her eyebrows and came closer to him. “Why? What's wrong?“ she asked, kneeling down again to take a look at the egg. Maybe there was some kind of aura what she could feel only by a contact? She, herself, who couldn't feel anything right now because she wasn't holding the egg, though, she reached her hands out so that Andrew would give her to hold it, didn't know what to say right now. Only questions.