“Is that so?” Rufus chuckled. “I suspect I’d be much the same. Mum never was one for pets though, so perhaps it is simply for a lack of practice.”

He couldn’t help but laugh when she pulled out the biscuit. “I see now that you were not joking about forgetting to feed yourself.”

Meanwhile the dog had stopped and was excitedly prancing around Miss Binns eying the biscuit and jumping at her as Rufus did his best to keep him from actually succeeding. “I think we have our answer.” He told her, although that did mean their theory of looking for an owner that looked like Miss Binns likely wasn’t the best route either.