#4 - Full Pockets

Orla lay her cheek in the sand, savouring the warmth as the Niffler worked hard digging downwards. She could hear it scritching away and she could almost snooze here...

The sand erupted next to her and she squeaked in surprise, sitting up in time to catch the glint of metal in the Niffler's paws. She was patient as it placed the treasured key between them, but she almost gave in to her urge to squeal as the Niffler backed away - the snaking trail it carved in the sand with its wiggling bum made her stuff her hand in her mouth and pull her knees to her chest, desperate not to scare it.

As the Niffler crested a mound of sand, Orla picked up the key and squeezed it tight.

"Thank you so much, wee fella!" She called, perhaps a little too loud, before she stood up in a waterfall of sand and hurried off, her stomach growling.

[ooc: exit]