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Dumblydor 
Alfred didn't have allergies but he still carried tissues everywhere. His pockets were probably qualified to be a full first aid kit. He always made sure he had bandages and tissues, and sometimes carried ointment as well. All because he was clumsy in the name of emergency precautions. He had other stuff in there too. There were, most likely, a few knuts and sickles buried somewhere in there with the possibility of being accompanied by a number of galleons. A small quill and possibly a tiny bottle of ink may have also been in there. He was very thankful that his clothes had big pockets.
Despite what he might seem like, Alfred did cry sometimes. Once, he cried because his parents didn't let him go to a friend's house at midnight. And that was only a year ago. He looked back at the moment with severe embarrassment and internally cringed. "I do cry sometimes." But he rarely cried in front of people. The only people who had ever seen him cry (excluding when he was a baby) were his parents, his uncle Luca and his cousin Timothée, which, in total, made only five people.
"He's named after the spice because he's..." In hindsight, the reasoning was obvious. "Well, because he's grey." At this point, Alfred was subconsciously patting down the clothes quite hard and quick to find the chameleon, but when he realised he instantly slowed down and softened the pats. He didn't want him to get hurt, after all.
She paused her panic searching once more when Alfred mentioned that he did cry sometimes. She thought it was very brave and honest of him to admit that. She didn't ever want to admit that she'd been crying. Heck, she even tried to lie to him about it and was sorely caught out. "
Yeah? That's brave to admit..." she said softly. She glanced down at her the pile of shirts in front of her momentarily before starting to sort through things again.
Lisa, for once in her life, wasn't entirely sure what to say to him admitting that he cried. She decided that she'd be a good friend and listen. He was a good friend for being here.
And Pepper was a grey coloured cat? Well gee that made a lot of sense now. "
I like the name! It's perfect," she admitted, restraining the teasing, almost sarcastic comment that she had on the tip of her tongue. She'd save that for later. "
I thought it could have been named after Pepper Potts but that makes perfect sense. I like it." A practical well suited name indeed.
She stood up, dusting her legs off, before going onto her tippy toes to see if Pascal was on top of the laundry shelves. Lisa turned her gaze to Alfie and paused. Just how tall was he? He was certainly taller than her - it wasn't to be taller than her especially with her being a toppling height of four foot two
but she was growing - ever hopeful that she'd catch up with Mamie!. "
How tall are you? Do you think you could see him above the top of the shelves?" Or could he lift her up? Piggyback maybe? Maybe then she could see if Pascal was hiding up there.