As the evening wore on, Charlus Potter couldn't resist asking, "Orion, is that why we rarely see you out? Because of the conditions and... your entourage here?" He gestured to the lounging Sea and Cainis.

Orion chuckled, shaking his head. "Partly. But there's one particular incident at the Wizengamot that made me rethink public appearances. Let's just say it was... memorable."

The room immediately leaned in, sensing a good story. Orion smirked, petting Sea, who wagged his tail as though already enjoying the punchline.

"Last time I attended a Wizengamot session, Sea was on alert duty. Normally, he's the picture of professionalism, but that day, he decided it was time to spice things up. I was sitting there, trying to focus, when Sea started pacing, nudging me, and doing his best 'subtle' routine to warn me of an oncoming migraine."

Regulus raised a brow. "Subtle? Sea? Surely, you jest."

"Oh, I wish I were," Orion said, grinning. "Sea escalated. First, it was soft whines. Then a couple of barks. By the time he was full-on pawing at my leg, I swear half the Wizengamot thought I'd brought a dragon instead of a dog."

The table erupted in chuckles. Sirius smirked. "Did anyone actually try to help, or were they too busy gawking?"

"Oh, they tried," Orion continued. "One witch offered Sea a biscuit, as if he were a misbehaving toddler. Another wizard suggested casting Silencio on him—which, by the way, I had to sternly decline before I ended up hexing the poor man."

Lucius snorted into his drink, muttering, "Silencing a service dog—why not just suggest replacing him with a parrot while you're at it?"

"The real showstopper," Orion said, eyes sparkling, "was when Sea decided to express his frustration by stealing the Minister's hat off his head and parading it around like a trophy."

That did it. Sirius burst out laughing, nearly choking on his drink, while Dorea clutched her stomach in mirth. "Please tell me the Minister didn't hex him!"

"Oh no," Orion replied, feigning seriousness. "He didn't have time. He was too busy laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. Meanwhile, I'm chasing Sea around the chamber, trying to retrieve the hat while maintaining what little dignity I had left."

Regulus smirked. "Dignity? At that point, it's every man for himself."

"And Sea?" Abraxas asked, wiping away tears of laughter. "Did he surrender?"

Orion sighed dramatically. "Only after I promised him extra belly rubs. Then, he dropped the hat right in the middle of the floor, gave me a pointed look, and sat down like he owned the place."

Even Cainis, lying stoically beside the table, gave an amused huff at the memory. Sea, clearly enjoying the spotlight, barked softly, wagging his tail as if to say, Yep, that was me.

Charlus shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. "So, let me get this straight—you attended one of the highest judicial assemblies in the wizarding world, and your dog turned it into amateur hour?"

"Correct," Orion replied with a mock bow. "And for the grand finale, I made a graceful exit with Sea in tow, leaving behind a room full of stunned wizards and witches who probably still think I'm running a circus."

Lucius leaned back, smirking. "Honestly, I'd pay good money to see that again."

"Don't encourage him," Orion said, though the grin on his face betrayed him. "I'm still getting owl complaints from that day."

The room dissolved into laughter again, the tension of the earlier evening replaced by a lighthearted camaraderie. As Sea wagged his tail proudly and Cainis let out a low woof of approval, it was clear that the true stars of the evening were the four-legged troublemakers—and their equally mischievous owner.