He didn’t mean to laugh at her, but Ida was a lot of fun to mess with; she seemed to hesitate to take the wand and he merely grinned at her as she snatched it back. Twisting his hands behind his back now that he had nothing else to do with them, Clifford nodded. “Wait here. Yes ma’am.” He smirked at her, although he didn’t have any intentions of meeting her family any time soon - he’d had a close enough call with the littlest one and he looked like he wouldn’t take too kindly to being tackled. Not that he needed a wand now that he had his back.

His eyebrow arched, however, at the idea of having two heartbeats - some people told him he didn’t even have a heart, which was ridiculous in itself. He wasn’t heartless or evil, he was just a dick to most people because they deserved it. Well, now Cliff’s rebuttal could be he’d have two hearts at once - “I can’t talk to real dogs. What kind of shit is that?” He quipped faster than he could swallow the words, although being a dog sounded exciting enough, but those words were forgotten a moment later at the mention of Wellingtonshire

Cliff growled.

“I hate Wellingtonshire.” He grumbled under his breath. He couldn’t back out now, but if he knew he was going to bloody Wellington-fucking-shire he might have. The upper class could choke on a bag of dirt for all he cared because the lot of them were useless to society. They did nothing but wave their money around and make it known that they didn’t make it but they deserved it because their great-great-great-great grandfather knocked up a princess and was paid to never bother her again. Or some other bullshit kind of story like that. They didn’t know the true meaning of a sickle like he did. Cliff nodded though as he thought of nothing except the address and Beryl Wixeldorf in his head to remember them.

Any last words - nope. He didn’t even get the chance as Ida spoke words Cliff had no chance of understanding, and his body morphed, quite quickly, in that of a dog. One moment he was blinking at her - taller than her - and the next he was on four paws looking up at her. It didn’t hurt, nor did it tickle, and in fact he felt mostly like himself; the dogs were howling and Clifford tossed his head back and howled with them in excitement because holy shit he was a dog without having to go through the whole animagus thing. And Algernon said it was hard.

Next to him, Chestnut stomped his feet, seemingly uncomfortable with the entire transformation now that he'd turned his attention from munching on the hay; Cliff approached him to growl at him, the hair on his back rising in alarm, although all the horse did was lazily paw at the ground, seemingly unbothered by him as a whole. Pacing in front of the horse for a moment longer, Cliff stared at it waiting for him to magically speak to him in his mind, decreeing him one of his minions.(Surely demon horses were exempt from the whole oh, and you can’t talk to real dogs. Chestnut just seemed to eye him before he turned away to bend down to eat more hay.

Well then. What a rather boring horse-related incident.

Without much thought Cliff stepped forward before he jumped up toward Ida, his tail wagging happily behind him, and licked a long strip across her face. It was a weird feeling; her face was warm and soft beneath his tongue, and she tasted almost sweet. Then he jumped up on her with two paws and let out a small whine. “Thank you” or something akin to it because he wasn’t one to ever thank anyone for anything. And then another, louder whine to remind her she needed to hurry up and get him a bag of his belongings so he could find this Beryl girl.

---