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October 11, 2025 - Saturday Morning

Things had happened quickly. First, the Quibbler had hired her as a photographer, apparently happy with her outcome from trying to find a female leprechaun in Hogsmeade (in which she still wasn’t sure whether or not she had snapped a photo of one). And from there, a nice salary that made her mum decide it was also time for her to move out. Fully. Cordelia had felt like she was being tossed out on the street, but also understood it at the same time. She knew that this was the next step in being an adult, her mother had said so, and that she had to leave the nest at some point. She had been hoping to live at home a little longer, claiming that she could save more money that way, but her mum was having none of it and found an advertisement for an apartment that needed more roommates in it.

To her surprise, everyone that currently lived at that address was a former Hufflepuff that she had graduated with. With a little convincing (and probably conniving from her mum), she had all of her belongings moved into the apartment the second Friday of October and started her life there. While it had only been one night so far, it seemed comfortable enough. She knew everyone there, and had spent at least a year with the ones that were from Ilvermorny and decided to stay in England. The scariest part was that she didn’t really know how to live on her own, and Hogwarts wasn’t exactly the best at prepping for life after school or without parents. But here she was regardless.

Waking up early, she had started to unpack the boxes of her belongings that she had neglected the night before. There wasn’t a whole lot, though at least three of the boxes were full of books that needed to go on the bookshelf she had only bought a few days prior. Pulling books out and piling them around her on the floor, she was starting to realize that maybe she didn’t have enough space for all of them. A few stacks were even spilling over into the hallway outside her room now, and she had to step carefully around the door and other towers of books to reach them.

Currently, she was halfway out of her room, staring at the two copies of Quidditch Through The Ages she owned. She had no idea why she had two of them, let alone one since she didn’t like the sport, but here they were. The simple answer was that one belonged to her dad and he had forgotten to take it when he moved out after the divorce, and the other had to have been a gift from him one Christmas, hoping to get her interested in the game. It hadn’t, and she couldn’t recall why she would have packed both in the first place. Sighing loudly, she stacked them together and pushed them to the side of her door in the hall. She could deal with that later.

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After graduation from Hogwarts, Torrian had remained at home and started working at the family dragon reserve. It was something he had grown up with. And while as a young boy, he was restricted from helping (due to safety) that didn't stop any of the MacFusty kids from trying. He was fairly happy, he was able to go where he wanted when he wasn't working, and got many side jobs as a photographer, mostly from family or close family friends. Photography was his true passion. Living at home had it's perks, but it also had its down falls. He had met up with an old friend from the Hufflepuff house, and they talked about getting a place. Torrian thought this was a grand idea. While it was further from the family reserve, he had a flying motorbike. So distance wasn't an issue.

Torrian had moved his boxes into the place a few days ago, into his designed room. But due to family and work reason, he hadn't been able to do much unpacking, or even spend a night there. He had finally gone back to the place late last night. Riding up on his motorcycle, he entered the place and started doing some late night unpacking. Careful not to wake any of the other residence. He was ready to start his new life, whether or not his mother was ready for him to go.

With some boxes opened and half emptied, and many boxes untouched, he had fallen asleep on his bed with his dog. Waking up, he had been smooshed in the wall, the German Shepherd taking up the rest of the space. Groggily, he looked at the comfortable dog and signed. He had to find where the dog bed was. Normally Ben slept on his own bed, but it was lost in the series of unmarked boxes. His mother had told him to label them, but Torrian didn't think he needed to. He scuffled the dog and smiled. "Don't get use to this boyo" His voice cracked. Stretching, he sat up. "Cum'on, time to go outside" The dog seemed triggered by the word, and in a flash, he was up and at the door, tail waiving. Torrian stood up, opened the door, letting the dog barrel out into the hallway. The dog already knowing the way, and what needed to be done. Torrian followed him, almost there, he ran into another resident, seeming to also be newly moved in. It was Cordelia Smith, a fellow Hufflepuff of his year. With a quick spell, the outside door opened for Ben, and Torrian smiled "Hey Cord, how's it going?" He pushed his fingers through his naturally unkempt, and obviously slept in hair. "So, your movin' in here too?"

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There was barely any time for her to step back into her room when she heard a door further down the hall click open, a sudden skitter-scatter of nails on the wood floor erupting from within it as a large dog came barreling down the hallway in her direction. Thankfully the largest of the stacks of books were right within her entryway and out of the way of the beast, because she could tell there was no stopping it as it flew to the end of the hall and the door opened on its own, letting the dog outside. She didn’t know one of her roommates had a dog, and it had been completely quiet throughout the night. Better yet, she hadn’t even seen another soul since moving in the day before, so it was almost jolting to suddenly see a dog and hear the owner walking out of the room behind it. Fortunately her cat had been left at home with her mum and the family cat, who was finally welcoming the orange tabby instead of beating it up all the time. The last thing she needed was to have her own pet hiding in her room all the time with her. That and she had never really been around a dog before. Apparently that was going to change pretty quickly.

As she watched the dog run outside, she heard her name from the person following behind and turned around to face them. It was Torrian MacFusty, who she definitely knew. They had talked cameras over the last few years, or rather he had mostly talked and she only muttered things out here and there about what she liked to use and take photos of. Even though that was the subject she was most confident on outside of Charms, it had taken ages for her to get over the anxiety of talking about her hobby. Most of that was thanks to Eli, who had pestered her more than once when it came to anything photography. “Y-Yeah…I-I am. Err…have, I suppose.” She looked down at the piles of books again. It wouldn’t take long once she found a good system to order them on the shelf. “M-My m-mum forced me to. S-Said its t-time to grow up or something…” she explained, though was positive that all of her new housemates were probably in a similar situation. That or they wanted the freedom. She wasn’t sure what she wanted yet from all of this. “Was that y-your dog?”

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Torrian knew Cordelia from being in the same house, but they also both had a love of photography. They had talked about cameras on many occasions. She wasn't as talkative, or open as he was, but there was no problem there. He looked around, seeing the books and boxes. Seemed as though they were in a similar boat of unpacking. His biggest concern was where to put all his cameras. He had a number, enchanted and not. Some were digital but most were film.

The girl stammered her answer and Torrian smiled at her. "Not sure if moving in with a bunch of former housemates could be considered 'growing up'" He laughed. "I think living here will be loads of fun" He mused. It seemed as though the girl was forced out, but he left on his own accord. Mostly looking to find his own way. Unlike many his age, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, and also currently lacked the ambition to really search for something.

“Was that y-your dog?” Torrian looked in the direction where the dog had bounded off to relive himself. Ben was taking some time, probably sniffing around the area. The boy nodded and looked back at Cord "Yup, his name is Ben."

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Right. Everyone that was living here so far was apparently a former Hufflepuff. She was sure that she’d know everyone that ended up moving in, and it made it a little easier with all of them being from the same house. Her presence outside of Hufflepuff was almost ghost-like; and really it was only the seventh year Hufflepuffs that knew her. That had been fine with her. There was never any reason to really put her neck out there, and aside from having a slight jolt of pride when asked to show non-verbal magic in Charms class, she liked the quiet. If her new roommates were a collective of what the last couple of years were like, she could easily survive that for a while. “B-But it’ll be easier,” she managed to say in response to Torrian’s laugh about living with former housemates. She was positive her mum wouldn’t have thrown her into a living situation where it wasn’t with complete strangers. This was better than nothing.

The giant dog was named Ben. That was easy enough to remember. Cordelia nodded her head and looked back down the hallway, expecting to see the dog come flying back towards them again, but he seemed to be preoccupied with something outside. “I’ve uhh…I’ve n-never seen a dog that big b-b-before.” There weren’t exactly dogs hanging around Hogwarts on the regular, and her house, prior to her parents’ divorce, had been so far out in the countryside that it was essentially just them. Floo powder got them to where they needed to go, and the streets of London, when she did visit the city, weren’t exactly teeming with huge dogs. She wasn’t even sure if she knew of another dog that she could compare in size to Ben. If she had been a few more inches into the hallway, he would have completely bulldozed her over when heading outside. “Have y-you b-been here long?” she asked as she looked back at Torrian.

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Living with mates from school wasn't exactly what Torrian would call "growing up" but it did feel good to have moved out of his parents house. “B-But it’ll be easier,” the girl stammered. He could understand that. He knew that Cordelia wasn't as loud as some of the other Hufflepuff, and it was nice to already know who you were living with. Torrian was glad that this was a wizards household. He didn't know what he would do if he ended bunking up with muggles. He could do it, but magic was so nice.

Torrian enjoyed his dog. Ben was the one living creature that Torrian fully trusted and considered to be his. “I’ve uhh…I’ve n-never seen a dog that big b-b-before.” Torrian wasn't too surprised at that. Dogs weren't allowed at school, and not many wizarding families had dogs. "He is pretty big" He remarked, rubbing his neck, thinking of the night before. He loved that dog, but Torrian really needed to find where he put Ben's bed.

As the girl asked him how long he had been at this place, the large German Shephard bounded in, looking quite proud of himself. Torrian leaned down ad scuffled the dogs head "I moved my boxes in a couple days ago, but last night was our first night here." He stood back up and looked at her. "Wanna pet him?" He asked, knowing that the girl was why, but they were now living in the same place. He looked back at the dog giving a quick "sit" and the dog quickly obeyed, looking from his master to the girl.

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The dog was just ‘pretty big’? Maybe she had a severe inability to determine the actual size of things, but it made her cats at home look like tiny puffballs. While Ben had only ran past her down the hall so far, he seemed like a giant of a dog. It probably hadn’t helped that she was crouched on the floor when it happened, but still. At the end of the day, going from having a hundred potential roommates in the Hufflepuff common room to only a handful of that, and a dog, was much easier. She knew it was wrong to judge the dog just by watching him barrel down the hallway. That was a problem she really needed to rectify; judging others mentally before knowing what they were really like. She only assumed the dog was hyperactive and loud, when there was literally zero proof of that yet. Torrian even stated that the night before was their first night in the house, and she hadn’t heard a peep from the dog at all until now. That had to mean he was well-trained, right?

Cordelia knew she had an uneasy look on her face as her new roommate tried to convince her that the dog was only slightly large. Once she fixed her internalized thoughts and fears of him, she was sure everything would go back to normal. There was no telling if she would have thought any differently if she had known Ben was there, but it was too late to back out now. As her mum had told her a few days earlier, she needed to suck it up and put herself out there. Only going to work and sitting at home wasn’t going to get her anywhere in life. That was sort of true. Her mum didn’t really understand the novelty of muggle social media and that she could post her photographs there as well, but that was beside the point.

The dog reappeared at the end of the hallway again and came running back to his owner just as fast as he had left moments earlier. Torrian’s explanation of moving in a few days ago made sense, and it seemed like everyone here was doing almost the same thing. She was pretty sure there was at least one other person already moved in, but she hadn’t come across them yet. Watching Ben closely as he listened to the sit command, Cordelia looked back and forth between the dog and Torrian, as he asked her if she wanted to pet him. “Uh…s-sure,” she responded quietly, wiping her hands on her pant legs for no discernable reason before reaching out to touch the dog’s head. It felt like petting her own cat, when he allowed her to do that (which wasn’t often), but she was aware of the fact that Ben was watching her the whole time. “Hello…” she added as she gave him a few scratches on the top of his head. “He listens s-so well to y-you.”

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Torrian loved his dog. And while the large dog was a good size, he also knew that there were many dogs that were much bigger. And unlike Hogwarts, where there were many students, along with cats and an assortment of other small animals, the boy hoped that all his roommates would at least learn to tolerate the friendly beast. Like all dogs, Ben did have some good energy, but that was easily rectified by playing in the yard. And playing with the dog helped Torrian get out some of his own energy.

Torrian could see that the girl was uneasy about the creature. He hoped that once she met him, she'd change her mind. While it was interesting how the boy could go one moment complaining about sharing a bed with the dog one moment, but then trying to convince his Cord that the beast wasn't that big the next.

In time, the German Shepherd returned to the hall way, with his tongue out, his mouth made what looked like a smile. Torrian crouched down to thread his finger's through the dogs fur. After giving his dog some affection, Torrian stood back up and took a step away from the dog, commanding the creature to sit. He found that a laying or sitting position seemed less threatening to most. “Uh…s-sure,” the girl didn't seem too convinced about the interaction. But nonetheless, the girl reached her hand out. Torrian wasn't concerned, he knew that the dog was well socialized and was really good with strangers. Essentially, he was a horrible guard dog. The boy watched Cord introduce herself to his dog, and watched as Ben sniffed her as she scratched his head.

“He listens s-so well to y-you.” Torrian chuckled a little bit, moving closer again, and rubbing the dogs back. "Thanks, wasn't easy, but he's a good boy."

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“Q-Quiet too…” Cordelia added as she continued petting the dog, pulling her hand back only a little bit when he went to sniff it. She hadn’t really expected, but let him do it anyways, before returning to the scratches once again. “I-I’m m-m-more a cat person. M-Mine bites a lot…” Which she figured was a good enough reason for why she recoiled slightly at the dog’s interest in her hand. Her mum’s cat was even worse, though Cordelia had always given it the space it required. The kitten (though her own cat was now a couple years old, but she still called him that), had been a royal pain when first brought home, and deserved the violence the family cat enacted upon it. The energetic warpath continued on at Hogwarts, though he did tone down over the last year. Enough that it was fine to leave him at home now. And that was probably a good thing considering the humongous dog that was now staring up at her comically. Apparently dogs were that simple…

“Do y-you know who else is l-living here?” she asked, realizing then that Torrian was the only other person she had seen so far. She sort of had an inkling of who one of the others was, but there hadn’t exactly been any confirmation on whether or not that was true. Apparently there were a few of the American transfer students who had decided to stay, or something like that. She only knew Eli, really, but his name hadn’t popped up as of yet. If he ended up being one of them, that would end up being weird. Probably. She hadn’t really figured out what it meant to live like this yet, having only been in the house for less than a day. Somehow she was already making friends with a dog though, so that was a start.

Without thinking, she began to repeat herself from earlier, “My m-mum made me m-move…so I-I don’t know who else is here…” About halfway, she realized her mistake, her face reddening just a bit, but she did her best to play it off by scratching the dog’s ears more. “I-I already s-said that, didn’t I? Sorry…” Now she was hoping the rest of her new housemates were as relaxed as Torrian had always seemed to be. It was hard to tell though, seeing as she had never really spoken to him all that much during school. Most of the time she just listened and nodded her head, but that wasn’t anything new.

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She mentioned that the dog was quiet and Torrian nodded. He didn't mind dog noises, but he was sure that his other flat mates wouldn't enjoy a noisy animal. He did have a command for "speak" but he was sure that the noise would frighten the mousey girl, and Cord seemed to be bonding well with Ben. She did continue to give the dog attention. She did state that she was more of a cat person, and he smiled. Torrian remembered vaguely, that the girl had a cat while at school. "Well, if you ever want some fuzzy attention, Ben is very friendly, and we channel his biting into toys and bones." He hadn't noticed a cat roaming the flat, or her room, so he assumed that the animal that she mentioned wasn't with her, or was hiding.

“Do y-you know who else is l-living here?” he paused to think to think. While he did move his boxes a number of days ago, he hadn't spent much time here since. "Not sure yet, but their all Puff's from what I've heard." He arrived back here late last night, Cord was the first person he'd seen in the place. "I've heard that Eli and Blair should be moving in." But that was just hearsay. Eli made sense, with him, Cordelia and Torrian, that made three photographers, and the place had a dark room. What photographer would pass that up?

“I-I already s-said that, didn’t I? Sorry…” She moved to the dogs ears. In Torrian's personal opinion, dog ears were the best. They were so soft and were the perfect size. "Yea, don't worry, Ben can be quite distracting" he pet the dog as well, "You know, animals can be quite therapeutic. If you ever need it, Ben is always up for some attention." He realized it could be hard to be forced out, he had the opposite problem, he was ready to leave, but kept getting called back.

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Cordelia nodded her head in understanding about the dog’s biting habits. That was…good. Because Ben had large teeth, his canine fangs pretty visibly protruding under his lips as she scratched his head. She knew he was a big softy already, from the way he had bounded down the hallway and listened to Torrian, but she also realized that she definitely didn’t want to be on the wrong side of those teeth. While taking pictures out in the city, the few dogs that she had seen were typically well behaved and followed their owner’s commands. Every so often, there was an aggressive one barking at her from a front garden or at the fence of a dog park. At that point, Cordelia wasn’t sure if she was in the wrong because she was encroaching on the dog’s territory, or if it was just an angry animal. Which was exactly why she liked cats more. She always had to be cautious around them, because there was no telling what they were going to do to her. Dogs could be friendly with her one second, and then jumping around her the next, without any warning. Lacking a firm voice and disposition, most dogs probably wouldn’t even listen to any commands or words of warning from her, especially the more happy-go-lucky ones. Ben, in her less than ten minute experience with him, seemed to be the exception to that so far. She supposed she was going to find out over the next several months though.

“D-Does he have a favorite?” she asked, in regards to the dog’s toys. She knew they enjoyed chew toys that looked like bones. And obviously playing fetch with balls, but they couldn’t be that simple, right? Her cats were particular in how they played, but they occasionally chased after launched hair ties or laser pointers. Rubber-banding a hair tie across the room was easy enough for her to do, but she was positive she didn’t have the arm to throw a ball, especially with a giant of a dog staring her down. Hopefully his toys were, at best, large chew bones or something soft that he liked carrying around. Fetch and tug-o-war weren’t really games she would be participating in with him. Probably.

So she was right about everyone moving in being a former Hufflepuff. There were quite a few parts of the moving in deal that her mum had been shady about, mostly because Cordelia was positive that she just wanted to shoo her out sooner rather than later. In her mum’s defense, there had been quite a number of months where all the girl had done was lounge around, reading and pretending to send in her portfolio to photography jobs. While she hadn’t been tossed out, per se, this was the best way to kick her into gear, despite having already acquired the job at the Quibbler prior to moving out. According to her mum, that was just a step in the right direction and now she had to keep walking. This was supposed to get her to where she wanted to be, whatever that was. Trying to predict her future was about as effective as being forced to stare into a crystal ball for the entirety of a Divination lesson: it got her nowhere.

The only thing she could be thankful of, so far, was that she had decided working at St. Mungo’s wasn’t for her. Interacting with patients was one thing, but having the confidence to prepare the proper healing spells or tonics was so nerve-wracking. And on top of that, she didn’t want to ruin her mum’s reputation either. Being under close watch both at work and home would have been horrid, so despite her reluctance to take full independence, moving out seemed like a better idea the more she thought about it, even if moments earlier she didn’t have the same opinion on it.

With that said, her mum hadn’t led her astray, as Cordelia had originally imagined, and Torrian seemed to believe that the remainder of the roommates moving in were going to be Hufflepuffs as well. Blair, who was one of the names he said, was the girl she had been thinking of but couldn’t remember the name. There were so many new people the previous school year that Cordelia had found it easier just to hang around the ones she already knew. It made everything easier to deal with. So she didn’t really know much about Blair outside of what she sort of looked like, and that she was from America. In a way, the other girl probably didn’t know anything about Cordelia either. That was just how things seemed to work because of her reluctance to speak to people.

The real surprise here, though, was the second person named. “E-Eli is?” Her mouth dropped open, her hand simultaneously stopping the petting motion on Ben’s head. She could feel him nudging at her palm with his nose for more scratches, but she was in too much shock to do anything. She hadn’t really seen Eli much since he started working, only running into him once or twice since graduation. Why hadn’t he told her he was moving in here? She realized it was a bit far-fetched to know that either of them were moving in when the details weren’t really cemented in the first place, but still. “I-I uhhh…” she mumbled, before clearing her throat. “I-I d-didn’t know he was m-m-moving in t-too…” Processing how this was different than when they had all been in the dorms was difficult, and she didn’t know why that was yet. Maybe because the actual dorm separated her from everyone else, and here it was only a door or two at max.

Thankfully Ben’s insistent pushing on her hand snapped her out of her daze, and she started the scratching again. It may have been slightly ironic, with Torrian explaining that Ben can be distracting at times, because the dog managed to do just that. “Th-Thanks…I-I’m sure she’ll l-let me back eventually…” Cordelia answered, letting out an awkward laugh after it. It wasn’t like she had been kicked out for good. This was all for bettering herself. There was no way to say that it had worked already, because that would be impossible. But eventually it probably would. Just like how she had spent the last two years at Hogwarts trying to branch out more socially. It had sort of worked, but she was positive that she wouldn’t have been comfortable with an arrangement like this without taking the prior necessary steps. Somehow it all worked out in the end.

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They say, that animals and their owners are similar in many ways, even sometimes starting to look like each other. And Like Torrian, Ben was just a big softy. Cordelia asked if he had a favorite toy or bone. "He enjoys tug toys, and chasing balls, for playing." He scruffled the dog as he spoke "For chewing, I get him some good bones, they keep him busy for some time."

It was nice to have a flat filled with former housemates. It just meant that Torrian kind of knew all of them, in one way or another. And they in some way, knew him already. It would also mean a significant lack of drama. He wasn't one for drama. He named some that he had heard would be joining the residence, and she didn't seem to react to Blair's name as much as she did to Eli's "Yea, that's what I heard." She seemed shocked at this. Torrian didn't notice that her hand had stopped. But Ben sure did, he nudged the girls hand, not wanting her to stop. He even moved his large paw to beg for more pets. Ben was sweet, but, like most dogs, he didn't like when someone spontaneously stopped scratching him before he was done being scratched. The dog didn't let up until the girl started to scratch again. That was what he wanted after all.

Torrian did notice some dazed state that she seemed to be in, and as he spoke, it seemed like the large dog proved his point. She mentioned how she was sure she would be able to go back home eventually, but her laugh seemed to make known her insecurity. He gave a sweet smile. "Yea, I'm sure it'll all work out" He knew that now that he was out, he had not intention of moving back home, but to each their own.

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She knew how to play fetch, mostly because her own cat was prone to chasing hairbands and returning them if given the chance. Supposedly that was fairly normal for younger cats, though hers had definitely continued it far into adulthood. Her mother’s cat, on the other hand, was more likely to swat at you for even daring to think that it may want to play fetch. At least dogs had a universal thought process when it came to playing. “I-I haven’t seen the b-back garden yet. Is it b-big enough f-for fetch?” she asked, peering down the hallway to the back door again. She had seen pictures of it, of course, but there hadn’t been time to check it out when she was moving in.

As for Eli moving in, well, she still hadn’t had time to process it fully in the few seconds since Torrian broke the news. He had snuck her into the place he worked at a few weeks earlier, so that had been a thing. But she hadn’t seen him since, and hadn’t managed to find the time between work and moving to reach out to him. So it sort of made sense that she didn’t know about him moving in here. Then again, she hadn’t mentioned to anyone that was either. Her mum had barely thought to tell her before everything was packed up for the move. Maybe Eli was in the same situation as her. She hoped everything was fine.

For her, that had been more rule-breaking than what she did in her entire tenure at Hogwarts. Supposedly that was encouraged more now that she worked at the Quibbler. Like a soft bending of the rules here and there. Obviously she didn’t think she was capable of purposely breaking a law, but she was starting to understand where she could step around things to make her job easier.

“I hope so…” she said quietly. These were the sorts of steps that she had been meaning to take, after all. There were times where she wished she could jump into things with a little more gusto, without being shoved first. But this was fine too. Being forced to move out had been rough the night before, but everyone moving in she already knew. Her mum wouldn’t have tossed her out to the curb without a little forethought. “C-Can I throw a b-ball for him?” Cordelia asked as she realized that reaching out more was actually a good thing. It would be the easiest to start with the dog, since he was the only unknown here now.

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She mentioned the back garden being big enough for the game of fetch and Torrian shrugged. "You can get the basic idea, but it's better at the park." There were wider spaces, and the big dog could run further. But in a pinch, and for his roommates, whom he would prefer didn't take the dog off his leash with out Torrian around, it would do. Ben was well trained, but he was sure that the dog wouldn't listen to his roommates any where as well as he listened to Torrian.

While Torri prefer to think positively, the girl wasn't so sure. But that didn't seem to last too long, She asked if she could throw the ball with Ben and Torrian nodded. Waving his wand and summoning one of a tennis ball. He handed it to the girl. "Let's go out into the garden. I'll need to pick up his business." He handed the girl the ball, and Ben seemed to get quite excited. "When he brings it back, just tell him to drop it and he will" He said, moving to make it out to the garden first, he wanted to pick up Ben's poo before the dog accidentally ran through it.

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Cordelia didn’t know how much room was required for a quality game of fetch with a dog the size of this one, but surely it needed more than a city-sized back garden. Her cat, and her mum’s cat too, while both quite territorial, didn’t actually require much space. Hers had done fairly well living in the dorms and had never known what to do when brought home for breaks. That made her wonder how a dog this large would handle a tiny garden. Torrian had the answer though, and explained that fetch was typically better at the park, so that answered her main question. It was probably nice to have a whole flat to run around in though, and from the way Ben bounded up and down the one hallway, he clearly enjoyed the space. Small garden or not, he was seemingly happy so far. And with more people moving in, he was probably going to get a fair share of scratches for the foreseeable future.

Her new roommate waved his wand and a tennis ball appeared from somewhere within the flat, and it was immediately handed over to her. She watched the dog’s eyes follow the movement closely, clearly waiting for her to toss the ball for him. Torrian left to clean up after his pet, and Cordelia stood in place in the hallway, watching Ben patiently waiting for her next move. He was definitely trained well, or rather as well as she had ever seen a dog trained before.

She had no idea how long it would take Torrian to clean up, though a simply Scourgify charm would probably do the trick. That’s what she had always done at home with the litter box. Everything being sent off into the magical ether with all the other messes that the spell made disappear. Looking down at the dog again, she put her finger up to her lips, and then rolled the ball down the hallway, further into the flat. Ben immediately charged after it, and had it a lot quicker than she thought was possible. Bringing it back, she decided to try her luck at the command Torrian had told her. “Drop,” she said as bravely as she figured was necessary to sound when ordering a dog like Ben around. He did as she asked, and the ball bounced a few times on the floor before she reached down and picked it up daintily, trying to get her fingers around the spittle.

“C-Come on,” Cordelia waved the ball at the dog as she turned around and walked down the hallway and towards the door that led out into the garden. The click-clack of Ben trotting behind her on the hardwoods made her aware of just how close he was. Even though it wasn’t a long walk, she could feel the wet of his nose brushing up against the fingers of the hand she was holding the ball with. “Almost there,” she whispered down at him, as she stepped out into the garden, and immediately threw the ball as far as it could go (and as far as her poor throwing arm would let it!).

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