Déjà vu, she was back in his hand. Remember never to turn your back on the other. Should she write her memoirs, she would underline that thickly, right after the point never trust a magician.    

"Sleep well?" An index finger stroked her little head and she almost snuggled up to him, purring.  

"Are you kidding me? Who sleeps well when they wake up in jail, please?!" Stomping, she squealed at him.  

"Oh apparently the princess is a little cranky today but don't worry, I know what will help with that." Mister, God has spent too much time on my face, winked mischievously at her. Arabella, on the other hand, just raised a hamster brow doubtfully.  So far, the guy hadn't exactly distinguished himself as a master of hamster pampering. Actually, she was more afraid of what he was going to do next. Oh God, he wasn't going to put her in one of those awful mazes so she could have "exercise", was he? Or worse, walk her with a leash? Did they walk hamsters with leashes? Didn't they only do that with dogs? What did they actually do with hamsters?  Thoughtfully she put one against her cheek. Mmh of course a hamster was adorable and incomparably cute, but what beyond that? Her parents were strictly against pets, so she had never owned any herself and her friends had a cat or dog at most. "What does a hamster do all day anyway?" Questioningly, she looked up at the man looking at her.  Oh, he really was such a ...Uh wait, wait, what are you doing? You can't be serious ! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!