The shimmering Hungarian Horntail sat on his haunches to the side of Malfoy, completely still asides from the slow rhythmic swish of his tail. Her otter would have been playfully swimming around her, dashing through the room, until she gave it a message or ended the spell. Malfoy’s Patronus was the exact opposite, as it sat waiting patiently waiting for its orders. While she didn’t think that it was possible for the spell to be sentient, she could have sworn the Dragon was staring directly at her. 