"There's a Quidditch team, too, I believe," Hermione interjected, her flippant tone making it clear exactly what she thought of that. "She isn't my pet, Peter. I raised her from an egg. She's entirely sentient, and understands every word we're saying. She's more like my child, or my friend." Why was she arguing the point? It would only bring more questions. She didn't need to explain the relationship between them; it wasn't any of their business. Still, her hackles rose when she heard Peter call Echo a pet. That implied ownership. Phoenixes were owned by no one.