( Her fingers may notice as she gets into the ruff pets, there's a chain under all that fur as well. The tie is the disguise for it, but one of the communication pendants of their group of ragtag odd fits. He's not concerned about it, ears flicking forward with the dapper comment, Licyn practically prancing in with a low sweep of his tail, like he considered wagging it for the nod to doggy behaviour, but didn't care enough to bother committing.
Thus all his well bathed glory flounces right in and sets to sniffing, taking in the scents (nice new soap) (oh, that's some kind of tea) (magic here too, magic is searing everywhere) and nosing at the table and the notebook and everything else, like a too curious cat.
Only a wolf.
... A rather large one. His ears never stop moving, one always shifting to track Hermione, the other twitching to register new noises, pinning them down. Most of it is the sound of the train traveling, and the implication of the storms outside, or the sounds of movement in the hall outside. No screams. That's nice. )
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Thus all his well bathed glory flounces right in and sets to sniffing, taking in the scents (nice new soap) (oh, that's some kind of tea) (magic here too, magic is searing everywhere) and nosing at the table and the notebook and everything else, like a too curious cat.
Only a wolf.
... A rather large one. His ears never stop moving, one always shifting to track Hermione, the other twitching to register new noises, pinning them down. Most of it is the sound of the train traveling, and the implication of the storms outside, or the sounds of movement in the hall outside. No screams. That's nice. )