Hugo didn't answer right away. He thought of his Patronus, and the connection he felt to the bird. "Mine's a kestrel. Have you seen then fly? They're brilliant. And smart." He thought again for a moment, about what Bryn said about threading the characteristics of the animal to himself, and grinned.
"I can do that." He sat up straighter, already eager to get started. "So I'll be a kestrel then? The books were never very clear on how you determined your form. I thought I'd be a dog or something." But that had never seemed quite right. A kestrel, however, made him feel calm and confident in a way picturing himself as a dog never had.
"Brilliant, I'll be able to fly. If I ever get it right."