"Of course I'm objecting. I'm always in a condition to object. Tiberius has more important things than to babysit a dog and an owl, and I can't allow them to be with a cat." He glared at Bones. "You have to do no such thing. I can write myself, and make arrangements; he needs to know what's going on and possibly lock himself up so he doesn't get sick. He certainly doesn't need trampling about the town contracting something."
Percy was more convinced than before than he needed to get the hell out of this place. Bones and Cass could argue about this. He swung his legs around, and tried to get up, the room spinning as soon as he put his feet on the floor. God, this was going to be horrible, if he manage to make it to the door without fainting and at the moment it didn't seem likely.
He realized that he was still perched on the bed, gripping the edge for dear life. Could life get any worse? "Get me a quill and parchment." Tiberius could actually get into the house, and he could give Hermes to Ginny, and Plato... he was probably better off with Tiberius or someone like Savage who actually knew a thing or three about dogs. "I'm going to kill my sister."