Minerva couldn't manage to chuckle at Professor Goyle's little joke, but she did give him a small smile before he took off in the forest.
By the time he returned, the colt was pressed up against Minerva and taking the formula straight from the bottle, his chin up over her shoulder while she held the bottle as high as she could as if it were his mother's teat.
The formula was going down fast, and Minerva couldn't help but grin widely at the little creature and feel proud that she got it to eat.
Minerva looked up at the sound of Greg returning, then bit her lip with the news. "Oh gods, no," she said in a small voice, the colt in her arms oblivious that it was now an orphan.
"What happens now? I don't think my father will let me keep him here."