Bragi was evidently more worried than he realised, because when someone spoke up, he barely registered who they were. They could be a mermaid with two legs and a top hat for all he knew. All he registered was the kindly voice, and he responded at once — ”Oh. Yes please. I’m looking for my cat, Maid Marian. We’re new to Hogsmeade you see, and she must’ve gotten lost…” the anxiety was growing palpable as he peered tentatively into some long grass off the side of the pavement.