Food was enough to get Mercy's old cat to be friends with him, but it was strange to think of it as being a motivator for an actually dangerous creature. He happily followed Sloane to the next enclosure, glancing at the people who were actually scared. He was glad she was with him.

"I probably would have taken N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures if I knew acromantulas were soft," Lester joked, raising an eyebrow at her. If he'd taken N.E.W.T. Creatures, he would have been a Creature-Induced Injuries healer for her — but Lester didn't know how to explain that, because it felt to him like one of those things that almost went without explanation. It was like telling her that he was proud; he wasn't sure how to verbalize things like that, now that she was alive again.

Looking at the acromantula made him shiver. He turned to her, sheepish. "Spiders."