Zelda smiled slightly and deposited herself into the chair the other woman had drawn up; at least she hadn't had to verbally admit how exhausted she was. She watched as the magizoologist looked at Yorick, still feeling nervous.

"She's just a dachshund," Zelda said, with a sheepish smile. "And I'm Zelda Darrow. You are?"

She probably should have gotten the other woman's name before letting a stranger into her home, but it was too late now. If the Fudges trusted her, Zelda ought to as well.