"What can I say? I totally rock the rugged look," Fred winked and held out his hand to offer Katie the handful of fireworks. "For you, m'lady," he chuckled and then stepped inside. It was a true fact, Fred loved Quaffle, thought he was a brilliant dog. Perhaps it was the canine in him that made them get on so well. He crouched and patted his knee, "Here, Quaffle." The dog looked at Katie momentarily as if wary of whether or not he was allowed to go and then trotted over to meet Fred's hand.
He glanced up at Katie and smiled. "Obviously Quaffle likes me more than you do. He licks my face when I come over."