XXV. Penguin
"I can't believe McGonagall's an animagus!" Blaise exclaimed for what must have been the thousandth time that day. "Seriously, Theo, can you believe it?"
"Yes, Zabini," Theodore replied through gritted teeth. "Admittedly I was surprised when I saw it, but you haven't shut up for the past hour and frankly it's getting rather tiresome."
Blaise evidently hadn't heard a word of that though. "Hey, Theo, what do you think your animagus form would be?"
"I neither know nor care. I have no desire to turn myself into an animal," Theodore replied tersely, wishing that Blaise would talk about something else.
"I know what I'd be," Blaise said. "I'd be a wolf. And you'd be a fox."
"Why's that?"
"Because foxes and wolves are cool!" Blaise replied, and Theodore wondered whether Blaise actually had any idea about how animagi worked. "And Draco would be a ferret, obviously. And Goyle would be a bear. But what about Crabbe? I think he'd be a penguin. Yeah, that's right, he'd be a penguin."
"Do I dare ask how you came to that conclusion?"
"Because he's flat-footed," Blaise said. "And the way he walks just reminds me of a penguin."
Theodore rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Zabini. I'm going to go and do my Arithmancy homework. Come and find me when you've stopped acting like a doxie is eating what little is left of your brain."
He sped off down the hallway before Blaise could say another word.