For one as well-dressed as Tag tried to be-- especially after this summer meeting Lexington Lupin-- he was quite bad at paying attention to things around him. He was fastidious but clueless. He'd spotted something on the floor a few feet away and when he walked closer, he swore it moved. Maybe he was crazy? He got close to the sofa and then for a moment perched on it while he considered his next move.

Aha!

Sliding off the edge, Taggart peered down underneath the piece of furniture, and then, he absolutely saw something move. He just knew it. Reaching underneath, he didn't get a firm grasp on whatever it was so rather than shove his arm further under where there might be dust mites and lint, he pushed the couch back as far as he could and low and behold!

There was....
a hedgehog?

Tilting his head sideways, Taggart stared down at the prickly thing before crouching further to get on a face to face level with the little creature. "Hello, chum." he said. "What're you doing here?"