Quit reading my mind, you! Vicky wrote, grinning all the while. She hadn't specifically been thinking of a lion, but a Gryffon, as symbol of her own house. The lion would be a bit *too* similar, regretfully.
Folding the corner of the paper a little further back once she'd finished to help her next creation stand up, she tapped the paper and sent it flying back over to him. Literally - for this one she had shaped to look like a mianture dragon, ink charmed green and miniature flickering flames and all.
Vicky winked. "Closest I could manage to a Welsh Green" she grinned, assuming that the Ravenclaw would understand the reference.