Watching creatures eat no matter how terrifying was always something that this Ravenclaw can do for hours. There was vulnerability about them that he could detect, the time when even the most dangerous creatures would have their guards down somewhat. Not that he would encourage anyone to start coming near them and petting them or muck about. He knew well enough that some creatures when they are at their most vulnerable will also be at their most ferocious.

He must admit though, that watching little Roro eat was quite possibly be the cutest thing he had seen happening in class, even as she slobbed her way through and got some of her really bloody meal onto his boots. His eyes shifted to their Professor. The pride for the little one was almost tangible. He was finally getting some idea of what he had possibly looked like when he was nursing strays back to health.