Pepper abandons their reading to set their face right on Quirrel's finger. He's warm, and Za isn't having them keep away. Following their lead, Powder reaches down to pat his finger at the first joint.

There's significant twitching along Ghost's shell. The other little ones are curious, but stay put when they tap hide-wait-soon across their wings.

"Yes. You're the first to notice this time."

They slide their hand to tuck the little moths back into hiding, and nod smugly. They are, aren't they. Ghost and Haze's own lovely impossibilities. If Quirrel is anything but delighted, he's a fantastic actor.

Prin Ghost's head tips vaguely to the side. After a moment, their steps begin listing in that direction.