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Susan Amelia Bones ([info]susanamybones) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-11 18:15:00

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Entry tags:character: rolf scamander, character: susan bones, status: complete

RP: Buying a dog
Who: Susan and Rolf

What: Susan is getting a animal companion

Where: The Bestiary, Monument Alley

When: Thursday September 11, 10:00

Rating: SFW

It was nearly 9 o'clock before Susan dragged herself out of bed. The previous day had been spent groaning and clinging to her pillow in the early morning, followed by a late morning suppressing a sixth sense that was telling her that one of her boys was upset or annoyed, and then by an afternoon fretting about how Adrian was going to go with Alicia, ending with an evening of watching television and filling out excessively dull paperwork. As such, she was keen to actually get something done with her remaining day of compassionate leave before making an appearance at work the next.

To that end, she found herself apparating then strolling down Monument Alley - avoiding Finnigan's because she actually wasn't and alcoholic thank you - and browsing aimlessly until she found herself in front of The Bestiary on the corner of Diagon Alley. Pausing for a moment, she walked into the cool and pleasantly lit store, past the pet supplies and the long wooden counter. Looking around, she noted with wry amusement that like her house, it was definitely bigger on the inside than it looked - generations of spell work no doubt. She was about to head up towards the animals whenl she saw Rolf, walking towards her with a huge grin. "Can't help a girl buy a... something, can you?"



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[info]susanamybones
2014-09-13 12:22 pm UTC (link)
"I'm glad she's still young," Susan said thoughtfully, as her face received a generous licking. "Young enough to train and bond with, but old enough to be toile trained." She got up and thoughtfully scratched Shadow behind the ears, an action that appeared to send the dog into a state of pure bliss. "Magical dogs are a bonus too, as you say. I won't freak her out the first time I cast a spell."

She paused and considered for a moment. "Well I'd like a nice sturdy kennel for if she wants to go outside, but I think I might let her sleep inside. There's a cupboard under the stairs by the front door that I can turn into a little inside kennel for her? Put a dog bed in there, maybe a water bowl? Plus I want a nice bed for her for the living area. What do you think?"

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[info]outofthewild
2014-09-13 12:37 pm UTC (link)
"Definitely toilet trained," he said with a nod. There were a few here that weren't, but most were. He worked with as many as he could every day. "And if you need help with any additional training, we do that here." Well, currently he was the only one who did that.

"Sounds good. Bit bigger on the inside, but not palatial?" he said, handing her a leash before leading the way toward a wall of different kennels, scanning them to see which one he thought might be best. "So kennel, two water bowls, bed, a couple of toys to start with, some treats, food, of course."

He hoisted a large bag of dogfood on one shoulder, adjusting it so it didn't throw him off balance on his bad side, and the string of other things slowly floating behind him. Except the kennel. He'd come back for that. He carried the bag with surprising ease, if one didn't know what lay under his sweater. "Can you think of anything else?" he asked her as he headed around the counter.

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