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"It keeps wandering off to explore, and it’s not like I’m going to keep it chained to my bedpost, am I?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “Well, why haven’t you put a magical collar on it yet? That way you’ll know where it is all the time, so you don’t have to hunt for it. Mrs. Norris will know that it’s a student’s pet and not to be harmed, and the collar will let it know to come to you when you want it. You could have gotten one at the pet store at Hogsmeade.”
There’s a long silence. “Oh,” Potter says finally. “I… wasn’t aware of that.”
“Of course you weren’t,” Draco says, and tries to look disdainfully down his nose at Potter. He fails, because Potter’s standing up while he’s sitting down, and he goes a bit cross-eyed in his attempt at trying to glare up at Potter. Potter’s lips twitch, as if he’s desperately trying to hold back a laugh. There’s a general air of amusement about Potter, and he looks at Draco consideringly, as if he’s trying to make up his mind about something.
“Thanks,” Potter says suddenly, and Draco blinks at the unexpected change.
“Oh. You’re welcome.
