A/N: This one was pretty much all Random Muggle's idea, as I recall. Just a bit of fluff, more serious stuff to come. We don't own HP. Happy New Year. Enjoy.


Fetch

Mid January 1992

Third Year

Thump.

Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle.

Thump.

Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle.

"Alright! I give! What are you doing?" Leili cried, pulling her head out of her book after several minutes of trying to ignore the very distracting sounds.

"Teaching Spike to fetch."

"Why?"

"Because once he learns fetch, 'Kill' is just one more command away." Leili blinked and silence descended so the only noise was the soft thump of the ham cubes Jo was throwing and Spike's scuttling as he chased after it.

Then Leili asked, "…Why ham cubes?"

"Why not ham cubes?"

"…Touché."