"You expect me to keep him on a leash all day? Chris, this dog is used to getting carried around in my mom's arms like a prince. There's no way he'd be willing to stay on a leash unless it was for a dog show," Claire waves her hand dismissively, flopping down on her bed with a light bounce. "Besides, I'm more worried about you than him. Muggles can handle himself. Sometimes I think he trips people on purpose."

Laying down on the sheets, Claire's head dipped slightly over the edge of the mattress, where she fixed her gaze on Chris curiously. "So what's up?" Claire asked, holding out a hand to usher him closer.