"Oh!" Katie's eyes grew wide as she clapped her hands together and said, "Right, the story! Yes!" She paused, craning around to look for Quaffle, who was a few feet away. "Quaffle, come!" The dog bounded towards her, splashing them both in a bit in the process, but eventually stood (mostly) still by her side, looking up at her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Okay, so I'm walking down the street with Quaffle, right? And I'm minding my own business, just walking-" Almost playfully she paused to whistle casually, and then continued, "-and then all the sudden, Quaffle starts growling." She glanced down at the dog and said, "Quaffle, do a disgusted growl." The dog glanced up at her for a second and then began to growl, low in his throat, showing his teeth as he did so. "Like that!" She exclaimed to T with a grin. "And so I look up, and who is standing in front of me but that pompous stick-up-his-arse Devlin."