"Come on, man," Gabe said, sounding a little disbelieving. "Generic wolfsbane is fucking half-arsed. We can do so much better than that, I am absolutely sure." He'd leaned forward, one elbow on his knee, and from the corner of his eye he could see the lynx edging closer, circling in with her belly close to the floor. He made himself lean back and think of something else; maybe William could look all adorable cradling his patronus in his arms, and maybe the lynx was smaller than, say, Pete's fuck-off unnecessary lion, but Gabe still wasn't sure how successful he'd be bodily restraining her from straying within Adam's no-fly zone.