Neville was first alerted that he wasn't alone by that same clicking of claws on the floor. He glanced up from his book, fork still in hand, and noticed the shaggy black dog in front of him. He thought it was pretty massive for a housepet and he was glad, for a moment, that he was inside and heard that noise of its paws on the floor and hadn't just seen the dog out of the corner of his eye, because he was almost certain that if he had, he would have thought it was a grim.
"Hello," he offered, because it seemed hesitant but also hungry. He thought about it and figured that if they all just showed up here on their own, who was to say the same wasn't for animals. Either that or it was just good at getting sympathy. "Looking for food?" He asked, ripping off a corner of his toast, dipping it in his eggs and holding it out in the direction of the dog.