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Tailzerr
With a chuckle, Chad got up from his seat and walked into his little bedroom. He had to fish the puppy from out underneath his bed, but he still managed to return into the living area a few moments later with a panting puppy in his arms.
"Here you go," he said, handing over the cute puppy, "and her brush." He handed that over too. "Knock yourself out," he grinned, going back and sitting in his chair.
As Mr. Stryker left to rummage around in a room beyond the Gryffindor's sight, Riley once again tried to calculate his chances of escape before the man returned. He couldn't go to the Castle, he would look there. The Quidditch pitch was out of the question, Vindictus would probably clobber him with a Beater's bat. Maybe...the Forest, the very thing that got him into this mess? Yeah he could give up the nice clothes, the big house, an education to hide and feed on....no he couldn't do it! He would have to brush the puppy.
The man returned carrying the beast in his hands and Riley held his breath as the thing was put into his lap. He sat frozen as the tiny thing stood in his lap, staring up at him with the tiny pink tongue. Scowling, the seventh year took the brush and began to brush the thing.