Why did everyone in Tallygarunga keep on losing their pets on the regular? Amber had never been a pet owner, and thus couldn't exactly sympathize with that plight. She had always figured people would have to take care of them as much as one would a child. Yet there she was, making a fool of herself in the library after volunteering to aid her cousin in the endeavor of finding her pink, fuzzy pygmy puff: Harvey. It had escaped (it was the second time it happened, as far as the Spencer was aware) and the ever so influential Bourke had wiggled her contacts to cover the whole school. For some logic defying reason, the Library had been the chosen place for Amber, of all people, to look. She hated the Library. She was fairly positive it was one of the first few times she had ever walked into it, let alone explore it; she didn't even know where to look.
As time went by in her search, the wrestler adjusted her beanie prior to lowering her head to the ground, deciding to explore the small opening beneath the various shelves to see if the little bugger had scurried off under them. With a full prone body and an eyeball peeking at the small space, she snuck her wand into the gap and let light erupt from its tip, illuminating the awkward investigation. She couldn't see a thing, but it was hard to move her head to search the whole area when the space she could look through was so small.
"Ugh... C'mon, ya furball..." The girl whispered, painfully aware she couldn't be loud in the Library as she nearly got kicked out of the place more than one time in the past several minutes. After a few moments of fruitless attempts, the girl had an idea. Extricating herself from the awkward position and sitting up, she retrieved a pen from her backpack and used her magic to transfigure it into a metal wire. She wrapped a portion of it around the wand itself, and had the rest jut out forwards, in the same direction the magical instrument was pointed.
"Now, what do pygmy puffs eat...?" She muttered to herself, having no idea; but, taking inspiration from one of her friends, she decided on meat. It wasn't something she ate, but perhaps the universally loved food would be of help. She took a rubber from her backpack and enchanted it to have the scent of grilled bacon (one that made her mouth water, despite her recent bout of vegetarianism) and stuck the rubber to the free tip of the wire prior to going right back to the previous position, side of her face firmly pressed down on the floor as she scoured the bottom of the shelves for anything that may indicate Harvey was there.