It's not my fault! Sort of. open

It's no longer rise and shine when the first thing I do is head to the Great Hall for breakfast. Well, if I can get there. I know it's on the ground floor...luckily, I don't have to travel that far. I somehow, by some miracle, make it to the ground floor, pass through the small hall, and enter the Great Hall. This is one of the few times that I'm not late! I feel so proud of myself! I had brought my pet rat Cocoa with me, though I wasn't sure if bringing her to breakfast was such a great idea. If I left her somewhere else, she would certainly be discovered. So, I hid her and walked over to the Hufflepuff table and took a seat. Breakfast smelled absolutely delicious. Apparently, Cocoa thought so too, because she poked her nose out from my sleeve and sniffed the air. I desperately tried to hide her again, but it was no use. She crawled out of my sleeve and was now in my lap. I let out a terrified squeak and hid Cocoa in my robes as the person next to me gave me a quizzical look. I laughed awkwardly and tried to fininish breakfast when the worst thing happened: Cocoa rocketed out of my collar and bounded across the Hufflepuff table, causing an absolute ruckus. Hufflepuffs started running and screaming, dishes were overturned, and people were falling from their seats. Other houses curiously looked over to see what was going on, and I felt awful. I could feel the area around the bridge of my nose turning as red as my hair, which I grabbed and pulled on in anxiety. No, no, no, no, no! What have I done! This was very bad. Screw you, Ro! This is all your fault! What was I supposed to do?! I searched for Cocoa and finally found her, still on the table. I grabbed her by the tail and ran. I ran into the Small Hall, curled up into a ball, and started to mope.