Minerva rubbed behind Octavius' ears, consoling him that he couldn't join them. "Maybe next time, sweetie," she told the dog, who observed her with curiosity - then doggie happiness when she scratched his head.
Taking Atlas' hand, she let him lead her to the roof top. Minerva saw where he was pointing, and shook her head.
"You go first. I'm terribly clumsy. You should help me up."