The prospect of keeping and caring for a pet has always intrigued me, in fact I was quite taken with the idea a time in the past. Of course, my caretakers at the time forbade such an action.
However, the thought always remained in the back of my mind. If I were to get a pet, what would I choose?
You may ask; what brought this sudden ponderance? The answer is my current location, Magical Menagerie. A pet store for all sorts of magical and non-magical animals. Well, actually maybe they're all magical. Some just look like ordinary dogs and the like. Of course, odd creatures were also mixed in.
Whenever the thought struck my mind in the past the animal was always a dog, of course I never knew other such creatures existed. Yet, even with them before me keeping them as a pet still doesn't seem realistic. Why? Isn't it just an animal like any other? I suppose more time might be needed to fully adjust to this situation.
The raucous screeching of the myriad creatures drawn my consciousness from the inner most thoughts currently causing turmoil.
"Are there any restrictions on pets?" Directing my query to Mrs. Weasley who accompanied me.
"There used to be dear, now its just a question of the size or breed of the animal. Creatures known for destructive tendencies or dangerous behaviour obviously aren't allowed, but otherwise basically any creature is allowed."
The whimpering of the small pups towards the center of the shop drawn my attention. If I want a pet it makes sense to pick whatever interests me the most, I just hope this interest isn't for the reason I believe it to be.
I'm not greatly versed in specifics such as dog pedigree or even the most common breeds by geography, my interest came from the benefits a person may get and the development they may feel when taking in a dependent. In other words I wanted to care for a pet. That being said, these all looked like stereotypical 'muggle' dogs.
A brief glance over the small pups separated into cages didn't betray that original assumption. "You want a dog, boy?" The weathered old man managing the shop came to me in silence, asking with a rather disgusted tone of voice. I hadn't done anything to offend the man, at least in my memory.
"...Are these magical in some way? Or are they just normal dogs?" He snorted in recognition of the question. I'm sorry, I'm new to this.
"Who knows? Who cares? Filthy animals just like the Lycanthropes that stem from them. They make for good guards, alarms and they're stupidly loyal. Incredibly useful, disgusting nonetheless." It's just a dog though, right? Lycanthropes, huh?... They must cause quite the controversy if even common dogs are persecuted alongside them.
With that revelation I'm slightly disgruntled now. A dog is the only pet I had in mind for a long time, for that choice to be taboo is rather unfortunate. Perhaps prejudice against the Canid family isn't widespread? That would be ideal.
If I attract attention due to this choice alone, then that'd be rather annoying to say the least. On the other hand is there even a point getting an animal I haven't even the slightest inclination towards?
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White Scars
Fantasy"Is someone there?" Despite the stillness and emptiness of my cell remaining desolate as always, a presence was unmistakably occupying the room. Yet, not a shred of any visual confirmation graced my eyes. No instead, a feeling and the faint tinge of...
