The golden labrador bounded into the corridor, nose in the air. She'd caught it! She'd caught the scent! After searching for ages around the lower levels of the Ministry, she'd picked it up! She saw her target just standing there and raced over, barking at him. I found you! Way too easy! You smell like a poodle! Seriously, what brand of aftershave did Wrekin use? Someone should tell him he smelt like a dog ...