The elephant was being unhelpful. Percy was tempted to turn it into a lion, but he had one of those already. He wrestled again with the beast, forcing the frayed trunk, attached by elastic, back to the front of its face.
The elephant hissed, awakening the hippo and tiger that till now, comforted by the warmth of the fire, had ignored their titanic struggle.
The elephant lashed out, drawing blood from Percy’s cheek.
‘Oi! That hurt’
Percy stormed off to the bathroom.
The elephant meandered to the fire, joining his comrades.
Hanging from its collar, a heart, that read Dumbledore.