It happened again - Percy felt the strong urge to lean over and kiss Oliver upon the mouth, he was just so irresistibly cute. Frustrating, when it came to matters of training the puppy, but cute, nonetheless. But Percy restrained himself, casting his eyes down to look at Comet and give him a little scratch behind the ears. "I read somewhere in the journals, I can't recall just now, that there is somebody willing to train pets? Would you be open to the possibility of doing that for Comet when he's older?"
It was almost like they were discussing their child's future education.
"It's the Quibbler. The people who read and believe that tripe aren't worth worrying over. The press has it's place, but it's bad writers, such as Skeeter, who give journalism its yellow hue."