"This shit never happened when we were students," Pete said mournfully. "I could've set my lion on all sorts of people." Mostly Slytherins, if he was being honest. They'd seemed so much more villainous when he was in his early teens.
His lion lifted its head and yawned again, eying him. He got the distinct impression that it would've refused to attack anyone unless they absolutely deserved it.
"Well," he said, addressing his lion; he tucked his wand back into his pocket hesitantly and approached, squatting so he could rub behind the lion's ear. "Any chance of this being limited to us? Or are we going to have a whole zoo?"