Draco launches for my front paw, drawing blood, before running away. I lick at the wound, willing it to heal, before throwing an angry look at Blaise and following Draco. I can’t see him, but it is like I am following signs along a road. His scent is easy to track, and while finding my way out I can feel the others shift to their Animagus forms. The bond feels raw and their emotions of confusion and amusement wash over me. I ignore them and jump outside where I find Draco on the big grassfield.