Ford brightened at the suggestion. He could do that. There were plenty of spots in the Forbidden Forest where people didn't normally walk, and where the sunlight didn't often reach through the trees. The only difficult part would be ensuring the same dew drops stayed for a week, without rolling down into the ground or freezing into tiny icicles, but presumably he could find a spell for that with a little bit of research. It would be easier for Ford to accomplish it than Tycho, too, because Ford knew the Forbidden Forest reasonably well after his months of visiting the dementor wardrobe out there, and he didn't mind waking up before the sun to go find morning dew (Tycho, on the other hand, didn't seem like a morning person). It probably wasn't the best idea to go wandering in a dangerous forest before dawn to get someone a Christmas present, but Ford didn't mind. It wouldn't be the first time he'd opened himself up to the risk of bodily harm for the sake of a friend. He'd be sure to avoid full moons this time.

"I can find you dew drops," Ford said. His tone was indulgent and he was relishing it, because it wasn't often that Ford was able to be indulgent. His generosity of spirit was handicapped by his situation in life and so often he found himself having to assume the persona of someone strict and no-nonsense in order to justify turning down even the smallest requests. This was a wonderful change (and worth the risk of the Forbidden Forest, Ford thought). "You're serious about all that, then? I thought —" Ford shrugged. To be honest, when Tycho had first mentioned animagus studies Ford had assumed he'd get distracted and lose interest before things got too serious, but apparently he was wrong. He didn't really want to say that, though, in case Tycho got offended by the implication that he was easily distracted. Instead, Ford continued, "Isn't it sort of dangerous?"

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