Talking
"Good job, Wanderer," Dog said proudly after she had finished relating her Quidditch story. Wanderer smiled.
"I've always wanted to be on the Quidditch team," she said. "Mom helped me practice every summer; we found a Quidditch training kit in Diagon Alley." Dog smiled, even though Wanderer couldn't see him. He'd never shown himself to anyone. One of the other girls in the dormitory stirred, and Guendolen froze. The other girl had just turned over, though; she was still fast asleep. Wanderer relaxed. Dog sadly wished they didn't have to be so secretive, but he knew if they weren't Wanderer would be dubbed a freak, and he definitely didn't want that. He was very protective of the girl.
"I wonder when the first game is...?" Wanderer wondered out loud. Suddenly she got a dreamy look on her face. Dog glared at her.
"You aren't thinking about Avery again, are you?" he said. Wanderer snapped out of her reverie.
"How do you know his name?" she asked suspiciously.
"Never mind that. You need to drop him; he's no good!"
"You don't know him!" Wanderer retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"It doesn't matter. All boys are the same!" Wanderer laughed quietly.
"But you used to be a boy!"
"Exactly." Wanderer yawned loudly.
"You need to sleep," Dog stated matter-of-factly. Wanderer nodded. When she looked at the clock,she saw it was past midnight. She settled down into her bed, her eyes already beginning to drift shut.
"Goodnight, Dog," she said drowsily.
"Good night, Little Wanderer."
