At ten-thirty on the evening of May 10th, Percy Weasley walked casually out onto the grounds and to the gamekeeper's wooden hut, with his prefect's badge pinned carefully to his robes and wearing no cloak. He had heard far too many of Charlie's stories about cloaks getting set on fire, or caught in talons, or tripped over, to wear one in the presence of a dragon, even a very small dragon ... although, admittedly, the fact that the twins had recently charmed his cloak to play music whenever caught by the wind, a jinx he'd yet to get around to figuring out how to reverse, had probably influenced his decision as well.