Dom arched an eyebrow when Craig answered the door without a shirt and with some schpeel about no one dying or cursed, she laughed though when he realized she wasn't Jamie or Dylan. "No, no one is cursed or dying, at least that I know of." She smirked at him, following him inside.
"So," She started conversationally, watching while Craig pulled a shirt on. "What happened to that shoulder?" She asked him. "I really hope that's not from any of the students." She doubted it, there would have been gossip running around the castle about any student who had managed such a thing on any of the staff at the castle.
She knelt down, petting Craig's dog, rubbing his ears and smiling at him while she waited for Craig to answer. At least the puppy didn't think there was anything too weird with her.