[He rumbles in lieu of saying anything else. He is busy, but
it hasn't been a bad sort of work.
Harry also knows just how difficult it is to convince Hermione to take a
break and he's glad to be the reason for her to have a little time to just
laze about.]
[Harry rolls over and stares at her with big, big eyes. Really? He
whines and wuffles. Who? Who? Tell him. Assuming she seems
slightly pleased, he's clearly happy for her and gently baps her with a big
paw.]
[ She shakes her head, reaching over and rubbing under his chin. ]
He's just a friend, really. We've been spending time together because he's been helping tutor me in my magic, just a little, to make the things I've learned here more focussed.
[Still, she gets another gentle pat-pat as he settles back
down.
When he can talk again, he's going to have a few things to say about
this, but for now all he can do is fuss at her. Fussing, Hermione, do you
see it? He wants her to be happy. He wants her to find the right person for
her. He wants to know this fellow's name so he can, eventually, do the duty
of a best friend and get to know him better.]
[ Laughing again, she moves, tugging Harry onto her lap so she can pet at him. If she wasn't so used to the awkwardness of their situation, to the strangeness that happens here, she might be disconcerted, but it's been far too long for that now. ]
I don't love him. I'm not going to get married until I love someone and I don't love anyone here, not even someone handsome with magic.
[Well, that's not too bad then. If she seems content, then there's
nothing to worry about. Naturally, he can understand why anyone and
everyone with a lick of sense would want to be with Hermione.
That said, he wants a name, Hermione. He gestures towards himself,
and then to her, and then makes a wiggly sort of paw-wave as he tries to
ask what to call this Mystery Man.]
[Harry huffs and dramatically flops, clearly suffering as a result
of his ignorance. It's all play-acting; he understands why she's chosen to
wait. If she's happy, then there's time.]
With another little huff, he snorts and pokes his nose against the
palm of her hand. Yes, this clearly makes him the winner of this debate. In
any case, victory or not, he'll stay and lounge with Hermione for some
time, maybe encouraging her to read to him (he misses books and can't
figure out how to best turn the pages without hands), and basically make
himself a large, warm loaf until he hears a faint howl in the distance. He
has to go. ]
[ Hermione was more than happy to sit and cuddle Harry before - ah. She hears the howls from outside and pauses, tensing for a moment before she glances down. ]
[He stands and nods before bussing up against her for one last quick
snug. His tail is already twitching and he looks from her to the door. It's
important that he leaves before they come looking for him. It wouldn't do
for one of Morla's wolves to be found curled up and dozing with a Seelie
Marchioness, would it?]
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You should rest for a few hours. I know you must be busy.
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[He rumbles in lieu of saying anything else. He is busy, but it hasn't been a bad sort of work.
Harry also knows just how difficult it is to convince Hermione to take a break and he's glad to be the reason for her to have a little time to just laze about.]
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Can you keep a secret?
[ It's almost a joke, really, since he can't actually talk, but she wants to tell someone. She can't get it off her mind. ]
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[Did you know that cat-dog-whatevers can roll their eyes? You do now, Hermione.
Harry bumps her with his nose. Come on, spill.]
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Someone asked me to marry them.
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[Harry rolls over and stares at her with big, big eyes. Really? He whines and wuffles. Who? Who? Tell him. Assuming she seems slightly pleased, he's clearly happy for her and gently baps her with a big paw.]
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He's just a friend, really. We've been spending time together because he's been helping tutor me in my magic, just a little, to make the things I've learned here more focussed.
[ It's obvious that she finds it hilarious. ]
I said no, of course.
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[Still, she gets another gentle pat-pat as he settles back down.
When he can talk again, he's going to have a few things to say about this, but for now all he can do is fuss at her. Fussing, Hermione, do you see it? He wants her to be happy. He wants her to find the right person for her. He wants to know this fellow's name so he can, eventually, do the duty of a best friend and get to know him better.]
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I don't love him. I'm not going to get married until I love someone and I don't love anyone here, not even someone handsome with magic.
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[Well, that's not too bad then. If she seems content, then there's nothing to worry about. Naturally, he can understand why anyone and everyone with a lick of sense would want to be with Hermione.
That said, he wants a name, Hermione. He gestures towards himself, and then to her, and then makes a wiggly sort of paw-wave as he tries to ask what to call this Mystery Man.]
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Am I going to tell my best puppy who proposed to me... Hm...
[ Her fingers comb through his hair - fur. ]
Just a new friend. Maybe if that changes I'll tell you, but I can't really see what you think about him when you're a dog.
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[Harry huffs and dramatically flops, clearly suffering as a result of his ignorance. It's all play-acting; he understands why she's chosen to wait. If she's happy, then there's time.]
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You can't use your puppy-dog eyes on me. Literally.
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[Ruh-roes, she's on to him!
With another little huff, he snorts and pokes his nose against the palm of her hand. Yes, this clearly makes him the winner of this debate. In any case, victory or not, he'll stay and lounge with Hermione for some time, maybe encouraging her to read to him (he misses books and can't figure out how to best turn the pages without hands), and basically make himself a large, warm loaf until he hears a faint howl in the distance. He has to go. ]
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You have to leave?
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[He stands and nods before bussing up against her for one last quick snug. His tail is already twitching and he looks from her to the door. It's important that he leaves before they come looking for him. It wouldn't do for one of Morla's wolves to be found curled up and dozing with a Seelie Marchioness, would it?]