"Is this yours, Hagrid?" said the tallest of the centaurs, a dark brown creature with piercing green eyes and a distinct expression of distaste. He was looking at Draco as if he were an unwelcome dog who had urinated on the carpet. If Ron had not been busy still trying to stop hyperventilating, he would have been better able to express how funny he found this. Still, he made a mental note to tell Neville, who would probably enjoy the mental image. The centaur continued, looking rather annoyed, "Ronan told us you were hunting the great evil that plagues our forest," he shot a red-haired centaur a sharp look, "but he failed to mention that you were bringing foals."