"We should endeavor to keep it that way, I haven't any supplies with me." Jack jested lightly. His wand was often enough for any small situation, but most things creature-related were rarely small. Even his wild foray at the post office a couple months ago had proved that he should simply carry an emergency kit around with him.

He spotted Elliott nearby, with whom Jack assumed was his twin, eagerly looking at the nearby exhibit. "I trust there's been no issues with the healing, then?" The bite had looked good, minimal scarring when Jack had removed the sutures but one never knew. He hadn't heard from Mrs. Rowle between then and now either, which was a good indicator, but he felt the need to check.