"It's tiny, lost, and clearly frightened. That's why it was following you - it knows that humans will generally look after animals" Iona replied, shooting Oliver what could only be described as a death glare. Who could be so mean about a poor, innocent animal? Especially one so tiny?
"No. For all I know, he could belong to someone. I'll take him to get checked out in the morning at the magical vets'" Iona decided, speaking more to herself than anything. Quickly, she conjured a small travelling box on the floor, gently ushering the eager pup inside.
"Now, you wanted to go somewhere?" she enquired, straightening herself up.