A student comes up to you in class, quite red in the cheeks before they quickly blurt out "I heard you have a fuzzy duck. I MEAN ....A ducky fuzz. I MEAN..."
They slam their hands down on the desk in frustration before looking closely at you.
"YOU.KNOW.WHAT. I. MEAN."
Felix looked up from his notes, slightly perplexed by the sudden approach of his fellow classmate, whose cheeks were redder than a rose. He flinched a little when their hands slammed down on the desk, his quill pausing mid-stroke, causing a blot blooming on his page.
There was a brief, awkward pause.
"Right..." the Ravenclaw said slowly, setting the quill aside with the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Well, he doesn't really belong to me. Not exactly. He's more of a companion to Alsius, really. They've got a particular understanding."
He leaned forward just a touch, lowering his voice. "But he prefers the title @ask-ducktor, actually. As far as I know."
"But yes," he whispered with a small nod. "He is fuzzy."