Hey, sorry it took me so long to update! I was sick for a couple of days PLUS I had a bit of writers block. I hope you like this chapter!
Becky walked into the London pet shop and started to coo at the cute puppies. She wanted to take all of them home with her, but she knew Severus wouldn't be pleased if he received 20 puppies on his birthday. She didn't even know if he would be thrilled to get a puppy in the first place.
"Oh well," she thought as she started to pet an ecstatic pug that was trying to bite through the bars of the cage to get to her. "I suppose if he doesn't like it. . . I would keep it."
Of course she would keep it. She absolutely adored dogs. They were her favorite animal. Always by your side, constantly in a great mood, never asks for expensive gifts, always licking you in the face in a way of telling you how much they love you. Gosh, if she could she would take all the dogs in this store and create a dog farm. She truly despised the fact that they were locked up in cages all day.
"May I help you?" an old, kindly woman asked Becky with a sweet wrinkled smile.
"Yes!" she replied excitedly. "I wandered around the front of the shop and didn't help but notice that there weren't any white dogs. So I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you have any white, snowy dogs here."
"Oh yes, we have a beautiful dog that was just brought in!" she said with merriment as she ran devotedly to the back of the shop.
Becky followed quickly so she wouldn't misplace the petite woman. When they reached the back of the shop, the woman pointed to a large cage. Inside was the most beautiful dog Becky had ever laid eyes on.
"We just saved this one," the lady explained. "She was in the pound and nobody wanted her. So they were going to put her to sleep and we wouldn't have it, so we took her in."
Becky walked up to the dog and reached her hand in the cage. The frosted, furry dog nuzzled her hand affectionately with its moist, black muzzle. The treasured, companionable pooch then flickered her pink, frictionless tongue over Becky's hand.
"I think she likes you," the lady said. "She's been such a grump up until now."
"What breed is she?" Becky asked curiously.
A man sitting at a desk close by them scoffed. Becky turned to him and saw he was the manager. She decided to ignore him.
"She's a Pyrenean Mountain Dog," the woman stated knowledgeably. "We haven't had one at all, or at least since I've been here."
Becky guessed that the shop probably never had one, since the woman seemed like she was in her late 70's.
Becky gave the adorable dog one last smile and turned to the lady, "I'll take him."
The man suddenly stood up and approached Becky. He gave her a questioning look as to say he didn't think Becky knew anything about dogs.
"Dear, have you owned a dog before? And are you aware of the techniques to caring for such a magnificent dog?"
"Is this what you tell people that never owned a dog before?" Becky asked meaning to sound polite but instead she sounded angry. "No wonder you have so many dogs. You don't sell them to people that never had one before. And for your information, I had a dog named Drifter and he lived until 80. . .in dog years, of course."
The man scoffed again as he swiftly walked past her toward a parrot that had just gotten loose from its cage.
"He is so discourteous!" the woman whispered to Becky as she opened the cage to let the dog roam free to Becky.
"That's okay," Becky replied. "I'm used to it."
She of course meant Severus when they first met.
When Becky purchased the dog, she ran to the Flourish and Blotts to pick up an old, dusty Potions book that Severus might like. As long as it's about Potion's and it looks like it's been used a couple million times. . .he'll appreciate it.
Becky then headed home with her new pooch that she absolutely adored. She knew it would be Severus', but he would share. Wouldn't he?
Haha, don't worry. There's not going to be a big plot about him sharing the dog or not. That would be pretty silly, no?
Becky walked into the London pet shop and started to coo at the cute puppies. She wanted to take all of them home with her, but she knew Severus wouldn't be pleased if he received 20 puppies on his birthday. She didn't even know if he would be thrilled to get a puppy in the first place.
"Oh well," she thought as she started to pet an ecstatic pug that was trying to bite through the bars of the cage to get to her. "I suppose if he doesn't like it. . . I would keep it."
Of course she would keep it. She absolutely adored dogs. They were her favorite animal. Always by your side, constantly in a great mood, never asks for expensive gifts, always licking you in the face in a way of telling you how much they love you. Gosh, if she could she would take all the dogs in this store and create a dog farm. She truly despised the fact that they were locked up in cages all day.
"May I help you?" an old, kindly woman asked Becky with a sweet wrinkled smile.
"Yes!" she replied excitedly. "I wandered around the front of the shop and didn't help but notice that there weren't any white dogs. So I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you have any white, snowy dogs here."
"Oh yes, we have a beautiful dog that was just brought in!" she said with merriment as she ran devotedly to the back of the shop.
Becky followed quickly so she wouldn't misplace the petite woman. When they reached the back of the shop, the woman pointed to a large cage. Inside was the most beautiful dog Becky had ever laid eyes on.
"We just saved this one," the lady explained. "She was in the pound and nobody wanted her. So they were going to put her to sleep and we wouldn't have it, so we took her in."
Becky walked up to the dog and reached her hand in the cage. The frosted, furry dog nuzzled her hand affectionately with its moist, black muzzle. The treasured, companionable pooch then flickered her pink, frictionless tongue over Becky's hand.
"I think she likes you," the lady said. "She's been such a grump up until now."
"What breed is she?" Becky asked curiously.
A man sitting at a desk close by them scoffed. Becky turned to him and saw he was the manager. She decided to ignore him.
"She's a Pyrenean Mountain Dog," the woman stated knowledgeably. "We haven't had one at all, or at least since I've been here."
Becky guessed that the shop probably never had one, since the woman seemed like she was in her late 70's.
Becky gave the adorable dog one last smile and turned to the lady, "I'll take him."
The man suddenly stood up and approached Becky. He gave her a questioning look as to say he didn't think Becky knew anything about dogs.
"Dear, have you owned a dog before? And are you aware of the techniques to caring for such a magnificent dog?"
"Is this what you tell people that never owned a dog before?" Becky asked meaning to sound polite but instead she sounded angry. "No wonder you have so many dogs. You don't sell them to people that never had one before. And for your information, I had a dog named Drifter and he lived until 80. . .in dog years, of course."
The man scoffed again as he swiftly walked past her toward a parrot that had just gotten loose from its cage.
"He is so discourteous!" the woman whispered to Becky as she opened the cage to let the dog roam free to Becky.
"That's okay," Becky replied. "I'm used to it."
She of course meant Severus when they first met.
When Becky purchased the dog, she ran to the Flourish and Blotts to pick up an old, dusty Potions book that Severus might like. As long as it's about Potion's and it looks like it's been used a couple million times. . .he'll appreciate it.
Becky then headed home with her new pooch that she absolutely adored. She knew it would be Severus', but he would share. Wouldn't he?
Haha, don't worry. There's not going to be a big plot about him sharing the dog or not. That would be pretty silly, no?