38. Patronus
“What the hell is that?”
Teddy was peering at it as well, one brow raised and his head cocked slightly, confusion flickering across his face. “Well… it’s a patronus. My patronus.”
The other boy, Tom, rolled his eyes. “Clearly. But what
is it?”
The strange thing half scampered, half waddled toward them, tail flapping behind it like a strange, chunky sail. Teddy watched it, his head no longer to the side, and his expression cleared. The thing’s outline solidified, and Tom snickered.
“I believe it is a platypus. And a fine platypus indeed,” Teddy spoke grandly over Tom’s hiccupping laughter.