Sighing, Alvin was ready to just crawl into the bush himself and use his bad hand to wrangle the tiny cretin. What was a few more scratches on his already-mangled hand? At least he couldn't squeeze too hard that way either. He knelt down, already too wet to be concerned about any water seeping into the knee of his trousers now. He desperately wanted to be out of the park and as far away as he could get. Preferably in his nice warm bedroom with dry clothes and some tea. It was times like this that Alvin missed drinking. A warm brandy by the fire would have, once upon a time, been a good remedy to his currently situation. He had however, quit the drink after his accident and he was resolved not to touch it again. It made his dark thoughts worse too and he was afraid if he started drinking again, he wouldn't be able to stop.

At the request for his scarf, Alvin handed it over. There was already mud on it and he'd had the kitten in it at one point, maybe it would work out. It could be washed. Or it could be for Cat's bed, if the creature ever deigned to return to the Bixby home. Maybe it would stay at Hogwarts. No, unlikely. Without Call or Miss Thompsett there anymore, he doubted the furball would stick around. Maybe she could go live with one of them too; clearly he was not a cat person.

"Do you think we could just summon it out?" Alvin asked, thinking he might have a good angle for a direct recall if he got a little lower to the ground. He was afraid it would somehow get trapped in the branches and get hurt if he didn't do it just right. Perhaps they should try whatever it was the woman had up her sleeve first. If they could just lure it out, he could grab it and wrap it up in the scarf and hopefully send it on it's merry way with the woman beside him. She was obviously in a better place to keep the creature. Obviously.