If they didn’t, they often found Crookshanks swiping at their ankle, or Athena drawing blood from where she pecked them. Nor would Nagini allow herself to be outdone, as she remembered the slights against her or the others, and would curl beside the instigator at night, squeezing their arm until it was colored black and blue in the morning, and the witch or wizard found themselves unable to lift their wand.