AN: I wrote this for my own amusement. I just randomly came up with it. Interpret as you like. Hope you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or its characters.
Collar
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Blast it! This pesky pestilent bug is going to be the death of me. A fool. That's what he is. I told him it was risky but no, no one ever listens to me. Am I talking gibberish? Dumbledore ought to have confided in me. If he had, this problem could've been avoided. But I suppose, if there wasn't a problem I could solve it would, I know, amuse him greatly.
"Severus, will you stop pacing. I'm having a bit of a trouble taking this off. Can you help me?" humour sparked in his voice, barely concealed under the glamour he wore.
I swivelled around and glared. "Certainly," I said coldly.
I marched to the foot of his chair and unclasped the latch around his neck then let it fall to the ground. It landed with a thunk. Dumbledore sighed, "Thank you Severus, it was indeed becoming troublesome. I quite find I rather like having my head attached to my shoulders."
I glanced down at the miscreant. What I found jolted me. A thick black collar with a shading of white letters read: PUPPY. I gaped at Dumbledore. "Why do you have a dog collar, might I ask?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "I was doing an experiment I'm quite fond of re-enacting."
