Sirius ran through the hallway, unsure of what to do. He soon saw Nymphadora running down the street, apparently trying to run away from something. He then saw what; the annoying cat who lived next door was chasing her, upset by the explosion she had caused in its front yard. Sirius seriously (A/n- bad pun, sorry!) regretted giving her sugar.
Changing into dog form, Sirius ran out the door and chased the now hissing and meowing cat away. Nymphadora giggled.
"You look like a pony, Uncle Sirius!" She then jumped on top of him, shouting, 'go, pony, go!"
Sighing, Sirius carried her inside, still in dog form. Changing back, he turned to her. In what he hoped was a patient voice, he said, "I'm a puppy, not a pony. Puppy's don't give pony rides."
"Well, then why did you just give me one?" she replied with a sassy edge to her voice.
Sighing once again, Sirius began to write a note.
Prongs,
SOS! SOS! Babysitting not going well. I need help!
-Padfoot