Gaius had been playing with Wooster, alternating between his human and feline forms, and so it was a small black cat who skittered into the kitchen, with the young crup right on his heels. Seeing that Harry was there, Anubis playfully ran a lap around him, then one around Regulus for good measure. Wooster, exhausted, collapsed on the hearth rug, tongue lolling out, and Anubis shifted into Gaius, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled.
"Hullo, Harry," he greeted the younger wizard, his tone slightly breathless. He grinned, pulling Harry into a hug before stepping back and looking between Regulus and Harry. "Anyone else want tea? I'm parched!"