"Morning, Amy," Scorpius says, sheepishly righting the mess with a wave of his wand before anymore milk spills to the floor.

"Sorry about that. It wasn't actually supposed to be so, er - Well. Sentient."

He overdid it with the magic, just a bit.

"I wouldn't worry about feeding it. I think it's just trying to get a feel of the place."

It bumps against Amy as it sweeps away from the table.