"Well," she said, clearly teasing as she scooted the white pup closer to her hip, "if my local wolf expert won't teach me about their development, I guess I'll be spending the weekend reading all I can about them. I'll come up with an activity schedule." That was one way to keep her busy when she wasn't assisting Mac in the library, tending to plants with Immie, chasing Isobel around the house, or bothering Jamie himself. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll knit you a scarf, too. Gryffindor, right?" From what she'd heard, all MacFustys were Gryffindors—which explained why she felt right at home.

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