Heres a painful HC.
3 enjoys unconditional love since they havent had it in forever, Only love they got in the metro was praise when they hurt an "enemy"
*The bezoar flew into their hands/talons (depends on whether form you wish to picture me in, my main rp dragon or my pfp-) and they quickly shoved the bezoar down their throat after gulping the poison, as the book said*
*They'd gently pat Crow's head, and smile softly before they turned away to go to a table.* "Now, time to practice that darned antidote for Professor Snape's class."