"He certainly does." Rufus agreed. Shame it wasn't a family dog as he didn't see anyone coming to claim the dog. He couldn't help but laugh as the dog tried to jump up to lick her again.

Rufus new the make and model of most brooms made this century. Knew what sound a bludger made when it neared ones head and how to instinctively turn to catch a quaffle. He did not know much about dogs. So smell seemed reasonable to him. "Yes? What perfume do you wear?" But then what would he do with that acknowledge start asking ladies up and down High Street what scent they favored? Witch Weekly would surely publish that and then he would have no idea how to explain it to anyone he knew let alone his wife!