"No more kickin'," Lance scolded mildly, not letting her go just yet. He ran a hand over her head, ostensibly stroking her hair but really feeling for lumps or cuts. She'd need to go to St. Mungo's to get checked out, that was for certain.
"I fixed Cuddles right up," he told her, smiling against the side of her head. "He's a tough lad, that one. He's guardin' the house till the Ministry gets done processin' the scene, makin' sure they don't do anything untoward."
That dog was smarter than a lot of people he knew.