Bo looked surprised at the question, "Ares is at the back, and we're looking casual. Why?" I rolled my eyes, "That doesn't look casual at all," I said, "Alicia meant to just act like you're talking about the last quidditch game or something like you usually do." "Well, in the movies-" "Those are movies," I interrupted, "So stop joking around because lives are in danger." I handed him a plate of pie and flew over to the back of my house, where my garden and backyard are. Ares wasn't there. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find him. I was about to go inside when I saw something flying towards me. I took out a dagger, ready to fight. As the form grew closer, I realized it was Ares, holding a dog. I put my dagger away and ran up to him. "Caramel!" I exclaimed, grabbing the puppy. Caramel was my 6-month-old yellow lab, and he had been staying at the vet for a few days because he had injured his leg. "Why didn't you tell anyone where you were going?" I asked. "Uh," Ares said, unsure, "He's better now?" "Pie is on the porch," I said, and went inside, giving Caramel a belly rub.
