Peony entered the Leaky Cauldron in a hurry, her black hair mused by the summer breezes that danced erratically across the square. Grimwald followed at her heels. Every once so often, he tried to take a nip out of her ankle. It was practically a rhythm.
Bite. Kick. Dodge kick. Bite. Kick. Dodge kick. Bite. Kick. Dodge ki---
"Grimwald," said Peony through her gritted teeth. "I will sell you to a furrier. Got that? HUH?"
Boreas hooted excitedly and flapped around Peony's face. Awwww, lookit that, he's wowwied about his weetle fwend.
Peony stifled a sigh. What's wrong with you? I'm touched to the pits of my soul. 'Pit' is about right. If you have a soul in the first damn place.
Peony caught sight of Ashlie and rushed forward, if only to dodge Grimwald's bite. "Ash!" she said, promptly tripping over a chair and nearly ending up in her friend's lap.
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