"Uh huh." A large lizard managed to muster up the nerve to hesitantly climb halfway onto one of Pete's lion's paws. He scanned the crowd, looking for its owner; one of his favorite seventh year girls (brilliant keeper) looked nervous, so he was assuming it was hers.
"Had a girlfriend with a unicorn Patronus," he said thoughtfully. "It was fitting. She looked angelic, but, you know, the horn." He hummed, tilting his head at where the lizard was placing one tiny scaled back foot up onto the lion's enormous paws. "Also, I think she turned out to fancy girls more than I did."
He had been resolutely not considering the implications of that relationship for some time, and with great success.