"P--" Breathe. He has to shut his eyes for a second, sound out the word in his head so he can bounce through the syllables. "P-Patronus. It sounds really uh, c-cool." Another moment, and what she said is sort of being quietly thought over, considered - a pebble tumbling in a stream. "D-does um, everyone g-get-- get a d-different one?"

That is not the response he was hoping for, own expression becoming a little crestfallen. "Sorry." He had to take a little while, staring down at his own hands, fingers curling through the material of his shirt. "I, um-- p-people think I'm odd, t-too."

An unfortunate fact of life. They were right, mostly. He isn't exactly good at being social. "I w-won't, um-- I mean, m-magic is real. Anything is p-possible."

Random animals, or all sorts. Anything should be possible. There are rules and exchanges, but the existence of certain animals being disputed seems weird.