Thank Merlin, he was not sleeping when he found himself in the water, though the thought of falling into the water without warning is still bothersome as it could get.

“Oh, that’s the name of the species she comes from,” he informs the guy, “I didn’t know of her gender until I reached the shore just now. There is, um, a friend (he was trying to say ex for Ginny, but decides not to use that word) I know from home who owned one and he’s purple & rides on her shoulder a lot. Her older brothers bred them from these things called Puffskeins and they had a hard time fulfilling the demand for some time.”