The Potter Heiress huffed and continued on her trek to her dorm, absentmindedly stroking a finger along Moko’s scales. He curled around her wrist and squeezed comfortingly, noting the witch’s distress. The corner of her lips tipped upwards in a small smile as she thanked the tiny serpent. The moment was robbed from her when her glasses vanished all of a sudden, replaced by a large hand shielding her sight.