Harry was in the Drawing room on the settee. He was tossing the duck in the air, he couldn’t find his training snitch and he needed to do something with his hands. Good hand. He had healed the bite, but it was still sore. The Ferret had danced around him underfoot and in the way. With a well-placed sleeping charm, the ferret was now resting, curled up on his stomach and snoring softly. 