Dylan hobbled up to the dorms. He had decided he would be leaving the crutches up by his bed. They were the most uncomfortable things ever. He could walk without them. He threw them onto his bed. And headed underneath his bed. With a tap of his wand a compartment opened. Suddenly he was blasted with a splash of cool fresh air, and the slight whiff of pee. He shook his head and pulled out his crup puppy. "Hey Artie," he smiled, curling up on the floor to play with his puppy. "Wanna go for a walk in a bit?" He let the little puppy lick his face.

Dylan reached into the main compartment of his suitcase and pulled out a treat. It was quickly snapped up by the puppy.