We sit in silence for a lot longer. Crookshanks has effectively turned himself into a ball, I can’t make head or tail of him, I decide to rest my hand on top of the ball and it just vibrates. I never had animals growing up, especially not one as messy as this. He goes against all of my sleekness. The host in me is tempted to ask Weasley if he needs a blanket or anything, but I bite my tongue. He can fend for himself.