Yelping as the hedgehog's quills practically shoved themselves into his hand, Tag almost dropped the creature. But as he tightened his grip on the small beast, it sunk its teeth into his finger. Growling at the pain, the fifth year Slytherin pulled his arm out and opened his palm, glaring down at the hedgehog that looked like it was glaring back at him too.
"Look." he said angrily. "I don't see why you did that. I was just getting you out from underneath the dusty couch. You could have been squished. I'm your friend, you little bugger. So no more biting. Who do you belong to, anyways? I think I've seen you around, but that doesn't mean much. There's always pets lounging in here. Are you a pet or are you a rogue hedgehog? One that someone left here ages ago? How long do hedgehogs live anyways?"
"Look." he said angrily. "I don't see why you did that. I was just getting you out from underneath the dusty couch. You could have been squished. I'm your friend, you little bugger. So no more biting. Who do you belong to, anyways? I think I've seen you around, but that doesn't mean much. There's always pets lounging in here. Are you a pet or are you a rogue hedgehog? One that someone left here ages ago? How long do hedgehogs live anyways?"