Harry winced when she shrieked, not because of the sound but because he could see the plates she was carrying weren't going to remain in her hands. Sure enough, they ended up on the floor. He'd moved to help her clean it up but she was already doing that. "Sorry love, didn't mean to ruin whatever you were making." he apologized, shooting the puppy a glare. "He was suppose to stay by the door."
He couldn't be mad. He was just so fuzzy. He'd never really had pets as a kid ... with the exception of Hedwig, so this was something new for him. It didn't help that the ball of fluff was adorable and seemed to walk around as though he owned the place instead of having just walked in the door.
"No, it's not a gorilla," he chuckled, watching the dog lick the food from Daphne's fingers. "I found him over by Ron's place. He's was all alone and he doesn't have a collar. I couldn't leave him there. He's just a baby."