Shifting from his animagus form — a Stag — to his human form in the blink of an eye, adjusted his robes, looking over his shoulder to you still in your form. Your coat had always drew him in. It was one he found most striking. “Come on Pretty,” He called with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Madam Dahlia’ll surely turn me into a fern of sorts this round if I’m late.. again.” He claimed dramatically. The herbology teacher had been especially strict as O.W.L’s were nearing.