Hermione's head bent down and her beak parted to thread his hair a few strands at a time through the beak. She seemed fascinated by the texture, length, and color. Completely and utterly focused on the strange task of preening him as he enjoyed their time together. Which naturally is when McGonagall began knocking on the door, which he was sure it was, since she would be the only one who would visit. "Is... is that her?" Hermione asked him softly. 