"That's Drakelet," Greg said dryly, "don't let the niceness fool you." The little thing was named after Draco and not only for his blonde fur and Gretchen's crush. The terrier was just as tricky as the original.
He walked over to her and handed her the slip of paper with the order on it. "My flat," he said simply, "It's going to take me at least a month to get that done what with other projects." It should actually take much longer than that but the intricacy of the design intrigued him. It was something he could work on in the evenings to relax. It wasn't like he ever went anywhere other than the Leaky for dinner and to the Seedy a couple of times a week for a few drinks and an illusion of a social life.