Dog
Dog floated in the air above Guendolen, his usual spot. From his vantage point he watched Kimberly quietly throwing a fit about her sister being place in Hufflepuff.
"My whole family's been in Gryffindor!" she cried. Aileen and Guendolen tried to comfort her. Guendolen. His little Wanderer. Not so little anymore, he thought sadly. He watched Wanderer for a while.
Dog had called her Wanderer ever since he first talked to her. That was what her name meant, after all. He had first talked to Wanderer when she was seven years old. She had never been scared of him, not once. He was glad, for now they were very close. Wanderer had called him Dog immediately;she never even asked what his real name was. An odd coincidence... he thought with a grin. He looked down and noticed Wanderer staring at that boy again. He scowled. She doesn't need a boy, he thought. Well, I'll take care of him! He swept down,stopping next to the boy.
"Don't lay a hand on her," he growled, so quietly only the boy could here. The boy jumped and said, "Who said that?" His friends gave him a strange look.
"Come on, don't mess with me like that!" he said.
"No one said anything, Avery," one of the boys said. Avery's face paled. Dog chuckled in satisfaction. That should do it! he thought proudly. He resumed his post above Wanderer and continued watching the Sorting.
