"I think it's 'cause you can carry it around if you want to," Greg mused, absently steering Luna around carts and lamp posts as they walked along, "like up in the hills with sheep and stuff." He glanced up once to chech on what she was looking at but only saw the empty sky so he went back to keeping his eyes on the cobblestone street.
The back entrance to the Leaky opened with a touch of his wand and he nodded to Tom as he headed toward his normal corner table. Drakelet ducked beneath it and lapped at the bowl of water that the waitresses kept there for him.