It was a hot miserable day in August and my Air Conditioner was broken. What better then to get some ice cream to cool me off?
That is how I found myself trotting down the street of Diagon Alley, tongue out and panting to cool off. I let my nose lead me to Fortescue's, and was totally caught by surprise when a foot kicked me in the butt. I barked at the laughing teen behind me, but decided it was way to hot to treat him like a cat and chase him up a tree so I continued trotting to the ice cream parlor.
I was almost there when I felt a tiny hand grab and yank my tail. I yelped and turned snarling at the toddler who had grabbed my tail and made the creature start wailing. Her mother gave me a withering look, making me want to pee on her shoe. If she didn't want her kid to start wailing she should control her better and not terrorize a poor helpless beagle.
I finally got to the store and it was very crowded. I was a dog. I didn't believe in waiting in lines, so I walked right up to the counter and gave the best version of puppy dog eyes that I could. I must have succeeded in looking pitiful because Fortescue put a dish right in front of me and I began eating as fast as I could. Until I had to stop and whimper because I gave myself brain freeze. Then I began eating my treat more slowly.
All too soon my treat was finished, and it was time to go back into the blistering heat.
Maybe I could convince Fortescue to take pity on a roasting beagle and give me an ice pile to nap on?