Walking the Dogs || Pholley
Phillip had taken the kids out for a walk through Hogsmeade, hoping that if he let them run around some, they’d tire themselves out, and sleep through the night. It wasn’t that they had too much trouble with the concept, usually, but it was still far too cold for their liking; for anyone’s really. They had taken to waking him up in the middle of the night, to stoke the fire, or simply to take over his bed. Now, as he sat watching them, making sure they didn’t run off or hurt anyone, he couldn’t help but laugh as they played what appeared to be a game of tag. “You guys had better be careful, no one is going to feel bad for you if you go hurting yourselves.”









