"No," William assured him quickly. "My mongoose has just been..." He didn't really have a word for it, so he settled on, "loud."
It wasn't, usually; he didn't know what had gotten into it. It looked up at him mildly when he spoke, tail waving lazily like a banner in the crook of his elbow. Then it turned, like it was catching a scent, and he saw Gabe-plus-lynx stroll by on their way back to the high table after dealing with another Slytherin emergency. Dinners always tended to be more eventful for Heads of Houses.
He was about to comment on that when his mongoose lifted its head, eyes bright, and made a little chirruping noise, like it was thinking about giggling some more. "Stop it," William ordered, voice hushed but desperately hopeful. Turning his attention back to Mikey, he said with only slight strain, "How were classes? Did everyone want to learn how to make more furry friends?"