"Something like that," Jamie muttered, sighing softly. He had, of course, gotten top marks in potions. One had to, to become a Healer or a Mediwitch. That didn't make it a passion when all he wanted to do was sleep. "Mm, please," that had sounded... worse than he had intended it to unfortunately, to the point where Jamie blushed slightly as he took the cup and sipped from it, listening to the canine introductions.
"Lucky! Well, this answers the question of 'who's the good dog'," he set the cup down on the table to use both hands to rub Lucky's head and ears. The Calico on the table watched the betrayal with disinterest. "Let's make you a present, shall we? C'mon," Jamie grabbed his wand and patted his side as he wandered the room. It was lined with shelves and shelves and shelves of ingredients and bottled potions.
But he found a broken bottle and, with a bit of easy magic, turned it into a slightly spikey, tube-shaped squeaky toy. He squeaked it a couple of times then offered it to Lucky.