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Old 01-05-2017, 04:08 AM   #3 (permalink)
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After placing all the necessary notification and protective charms back at the Hospital Wing, River trudged the vast expanse of the grounds and found himself at the Wooden Bridge with a dog parade behind. Roscoe and Bumi, his rescue Newfoundlands calmly jogged behind their pack leader with their tongues out enjoying the fresh air and new environment. Brazil had been too humid for the two, so the drastic change of climate was welcomed with open arms...erm, paws.

River immediately stopped at the entrance of the bridge, and the two fur giant babies automatically sat on the ground waiting for his command. The Healer procured a bright red ball and showed it to his companions. With tails wagging, they knew what to do with it. “Ready? Fetch!” With a flick of the wand, the red ball flew towards the other end of the bridge and the two huge dogs immediately ran after it. Before they even got the chance to snatch it, the ball had been summoned back by River, forcing his two dogs to make a U-turn, and back to him.

River had the ball hovering a few meters away from him however. He didn’t want to be trampled on by his own rescue dogs.
After exploring parts of the castle, Olivia made her way to the courtyard and then closer to the bridge. This part of the school was unusually quiet which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Was anyone out here? She took a step closer to the bridge and heard someone say, "Fetch!" She followed the voice to find two dogs playing.

Her eyes lingered a bit more and then she turned pink. Just her luck. It was the new and very attractive Healer playing fetch with his two dogs. Erm. She took a deep breath in and focused on the dogs. Those were big dogs. Newfoundlands perhaps? They were certainly bigger than her Mr. Bennet, their old and faithful Australian shepherd. "Hello!" she ginned. "Your dogs are gorgeous! What are there names?" she asked, approaching the Healer with a grin. They reminded her of Mr. Bennet in his younger days when he would play soccer with her and her brother in the garden. That was many years ago.
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