"There does seem to be, yes." Well, that was a relief. At least William saw it, too. And at least it wasn't, you know, spontaneously ripping Pete's favorite Ravenclaw into pieces. He eyed the lion warningly. It yawned. Well then.
"And you," Pete said, stepping out of the doorway, out from between William and the lion, "seem to have a mongoose attached to your leg."