Will kept his new Animagus form a secret. He had forgotten to use the Disillusionment Charm at first, but no one had paid him any attention. Even the Aurors staying in Hogsmeade hadn't noticed.
This was Hogwarts, after all, the most extraordinary place in England's Wizarding World. Its Headmaster was an old bee, its Chosen One came as a double yolk, a noseless Dark Lord had failed a job interview, its Potions Professor never washed his hair, one Head of House could turn into a cat, the Forbidden Forest's keeper was secretly filthy rich, and it went through Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors at a rate of one a year.
A Hippogriff flying overhead was perfectly normal.
On his way back, Will ran into Harry and the Weasley Twins as they finished Quidditch practice. Yes, their match against Slytherin still hadn't happened. Harry's Broomstick had been smashed by the Whomping Willow, and the Quidditch Pitch had been bitterly cold lately. The Slytherin Quidditch Team hadn't wanted to play either, so the match had somehow been pushed back until after Christmas, according to Wood.
But Wood was Wood. Even though this was the last weekend before Christmas, he had held practice anyway. Harry carried an old Cleansweep Seven and shivered in the cold, while George and Fred were turning a stone into a glass jar to hold a warming flame.
It was the same sort of Fire Can Hermione and Sylvia often used. Since it was easy to make and practical, it had become popular among the students at Hogwarts.
"Evening. Why were you practicing so late?" Will greeted them.
"Wood, of course. Achoo!" Harry sneezed. "The match isn't until after Christmas, but he keeps saying we have to make every moment count. Blimey, I haven't even bought a Broomstick