Ama was delighted to find a young mentee who either hadn't heard of the Zabini scandal or didn't much care. Ama made her circle of friends from the latter, but didn't often venture outside that circle. So there was a satisfying sense of rarity about her association with Miss Beauregard, a young librarian who sought tutelage in the ways of the Animagus.

"You can do it my dear, because you are your animal, and your animal is you; not some foreign entity to be feared."

Ama smiled encouragingly, but there was a hard determination in her red-brown eyes. Her confidence was earnest.

"I could shown you first, if you'd like", Ama offered brightly, taking a couple of steps back to gaze widely around the Beauregard garden, sizing it up. She'd never shown Miss Beauregard her Animagus form before... for one reason in particular.