Now she could see they were gentle, just as Luna had told her they were once upon a time. Their hoof falls would be silent with the slowness of their march, and if Hermione closed her eyes, it would sound as though the wind had finally met the brown carpet. The ferret's blood attracted them, as Hermione hoped they would, but they paused and lifted their noses to the air. Hermione looked at Draco and held out the ferret.