Gamzee raises his hand and gently strokes the hair at the nape of his friend's neck, the 'tail' of his mohawk. "You can use mine for now, if you want. Or I bet we could be all finding an old one around somewhere, before we go to Hogsmeade, if you want. He's probably pretty happy all snuggled up in your pocket right now, though, ain't no warmer or sweeter place to be."