These days, Lavender stayed home. Especially during autumn, sitting cross-legged on a shaggy carpet with a brush in her hand and a pumpkin in her lap was the right way to spend a late October afternoon. A soft bristle of fur rubbed against her back and settled two rubbery beans on her thigh.
"Just a second Fenrie," Lavender whispered brushing a long winding stroke with two eyelets on either side. Then, leaning back, she twisted the pumpin from side to side, watching the vines creep down the orange cheeks. "Do you like it?"
Fenrie widened his black eyes. "Urr-mau."
"I'm sure he will."
Grasping the pumpkin by the bottom, she waddled down the stone steps of the hut and slushed through the mud. A soft pitter patter of feet followed her down the winding pathway.
"Yes Fang, you can come boy."
Fang bay-woofed, and leapt into slimey grass before her.
She stopped at the edge of the clearing and crouched down, grunting as the pumpkin settled into the soil. She dusted off the other pumpkins on the stone placard with the edge of her sleeve and traced her finger down the letters. "H-a-g- down boy!"
Laughing, she pushed Fang's slobery mouth off of her. "No I didn't forget."
Fishing her hand into her pocket, she pulled out a crispy bone and tossed it into the pup's slobbering mouth.
Lighting three candles around the stone, she stepped back and ran her nails through Fang's fur, scratching him behind the ears as he chewed.
"See, I'm taking care of your boy," she told the stone.
Then softly smiling, "Happy Hallowe'een Hagrid."