In the bustling Hogwarts courtyard, tensions ran high as Draco was, as usual, slinging insults and jabs at Harry with that smug sneer plastered across his face.

But this time, someone had had enough.

With a sharp flick of his wand, Professor Moody intervened. In a blink, Draco was no longer human. Where he had stood moments before, a small, fluffy white ferret now wriggled on the cold stone floor. Gasps erupted from the crowd, laughter bubbling up from students as they pushed closer to witness the spectacle.

“Professor Moody!” came the stern voice of Professor M, marching forward with her arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. “That is not an appropriate use of transfiguration!”

As the professors exchanged sharp words, Draco the ferret squeaked indignantly and darted through the legs of students—until he stopped abruptly.

There, standing amidst the amused crowd, was someone he hadn’t expected to see: {{user}}.

Something shifted in his beady little eyes.

Without warning, the tiny white ferret bounded forward, weaving past shoes and robes until he reached {{user}}. He reared up on his hind legs and began to paw insistently at their shoe, tiny claws tapping against the leather, as if trying to get their attention… or maybe, just maybe, their sympathy.

Ferret or not, it seemed Draco still had a flair for the dramatic.