If there are no dogs allowed on the moon, what about animal companions? Familiars? Are they okay as long as they aren't dogs?? Or was that just a way to not let Magnus get a dog?
“Magnus, I was very clear there are no dogs on the moon,” Lucretia said, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing in frustration. The large brown and black dog was bounding around her office, and took that particular moment to knock Angus to the ground, licking his face for a moment before becoming distracted with something else and running off again.
“But familiars are allowed! I checked!” Magnus insisted, and Lucretia’s frown deepened at that.
“Yes, familiars are permitted. A few of our seekers employ them for a variety of tasks, but I fail to see how that matters here,” she said, because it was true. Familiars could be especially handy for their seekers, and even a few of their more magically inclined guards had them.
“He’s my familiar!” Magnus announced, reaching down and grabbing the dog as he tried to run by in a hug. “Aren’t you? Aren’t you?” he continued, ruffling his fur.
“Magnus, you don’t know magic,” Lucretia said dryly.
“Taako taught me! I’m super good at conjuration now!” Magnus insisted, scruffling the dog one more time before standing back up. Lucretia turned to look over at Taako, who was laying back casually on one of the couches in the corner of her office. Merle was with him, swatting the dog away every time he sniffed curiously at his wooden arm.
“You didn’t,” she said, and Taako shrugged, not seeming bothered in the least. He was so casual in fact, that Lucretia could tell he was very much enjoying this.
“I wouldn’t say super good my dude. He just sat in on a couple of my magic lessons with the boy detective, I refuse to claim responsibility for this,” he said, and Lucretia sighed heavily.
“I can confirm that Madame Director, Magnus joined our lessons on his own and was very studious in learning the spell. I’m very proud of him,” Angus piped up, still cleaning his glasses from when the dog had licked them. The dog had headed over to Davenport now, and seemed a bit more cautious as he sniffed at the gnome, allowing himself to be pet without actually knocking Davenport to the ground.
“So yeah! Familiar! He’s allowed! I think I’m gonna name him Barry,” Magnus said, and Lucretia raised an eyebrow at that, trying not to look too surprised by the name.
“What, after fucking Bluejeans?” Taako asked, snorting at the idea. Magnus nodded though, calling the dog back over to him.
“Yeah! I like to name my pets after people,” he explained, and Taako shrugged.
“Fits to me. He was a douche, the dog’s a douche,” Merle grumbled, clearly not happy with any of this.
“My dog is not a douche! He’s a good boy! Aren’t you Barry? Yes you’re a good boy! A good familiar magic doggy!” Magnus said, rubbing the dog’s stomach. Lucretia sighed, sitting back down behind her desk and pulling out a large bottle of wine from a pocket dimension, pouring herself a glass.
A hundred years and Magnus never learned any magic.
Of course he would have to start now.