Dean was lying on the floor nibbling absentmindedly at the end of his pencil.
He had brought his best drawing pencil from home, but he'd forgotten a sharpener, so every line he made had to be precise….
Dean nibbled some more, stared at his half-completed sketch some more. Then, he quickly and confidently sketched in the lion's mane.
That's not half bad…..
He erased the lion's left foreleg, and redrew it carefully.
Two hours later, satisfied at last with the lion's shape (and having used up most of his pencil), Dean brought the sheet down for Hermione's approval and spell.
