P2 Tonks
The dog first came to the house on Tuesday, bringing with it mud and dirt and sorrow. I could see that in its eyes. It was thin as hell, dirty and ragged and had some scars. Charlie said that it must have been mistreated and I have to agree because when we went near it to fix it up it backed into a bush and quivered in fear. He came back for the next few days and we left food out each night.
Wednesday, three weeks after the Tuesday the dog finally came close enough to us that we could fix him up. He's definitely a male. Charlie had dubbed him Snuffles and was trying to train him. So far he had managed to teach him no tricks but instead Snuffles now knew that not everyone was cruel and Charlie knew that dogs are more constant than dragons and I knew that there would always be someone waiting at the end of the day.
Charlie was going back to Romania in a week and we were arguing over the dog. Snuffles had by now integrated himself into our lives and become a friend and confident. And now Charlie wanted to take him to Romania. Dragons. Aurors. Dragons. Aurors. Dragons.
Aurors.