"I wasn't aware of that," Guy said, adjusting his jacket a little bit as he tried to hold his journal by the spine, where mud had not reached. He'd never had a pet before, or taken Care of Magical Creatures in school. Either one had seemed a huge waste of time and effort: animals were either food or useful as protectors. One day, in his old age, he'd get very attached to a cat. But he wasn't in his old age yet. Nowhere near it, actually. "1961. It was New Years for me only hours ago, I was home with my family. We were celebrating," he said, as if this all explained why he would still be dressed this way, instead of switching to something lighter and more modern.