[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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[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?]