Eha came storming into the auror bullpen right about the time most of the office set aside their files and began turning their thoughts to lunch. Her cloak hung askew and her hair was ragged, like she'd just gotten out of a fight. Or maybe, given the way her eyes blazed, she was looking for one.

"All right," she demanded. "Where is it this time? Anyone seen the blasted dog? It's out of its cell. Again."

Without waiting for an answer Eha strode in, practically standing on her head to peer under every desk and cubical in the office. This was the fifth time in as many days that the creature had vanished from one of their temporary holding cells only to turn up in records, or in an interrogation room, or under the receptionist's desk.

A week in, Eha was really starting to regret dragging the pup out of its crater in Godric's Hollow. Once they'd figured out it wasn't a normal dog, she'd been assigned as its "handler," apparently because it "liked her". The whole situation was bull because the blasted thing didn't "like" anyone. It only tolerated Eha because she'd patched it up, and because of that she was stuck playing doggie daycare and running down the blasted thing every time it disappeared.

That wasn't even mentioning the extra paperwork it brought. Eha paused by her neglected cubical and privately groaned at the dozen interdepartmental memos currently hovering around her inbox. Level 4 was convinced that the pup's magical properties -- its red eyes, its unusual body temperature, its apparent ability to apparate, etc. -- proved it to be an illegal breeding project. Level 5 considered it some kind of illegal import, and one of the nutters down on Level 9 kept insisting it was grim, right out of What to Do When You Know The Worst is Coming. And none of them were allowed to take it off her hands because it had apparently been stalking Harry neetud Potter's godson and the paranoid former-Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't let it out of his custody.

Groaning, Eha turned to the next desk, ducking past whoever was sitting there to peer into the space underneath. Nothing. Without enthusiasm, she started whistling as she moved through the office, even though she knew it wouldn't be summoned like a normal dog. That would be too easy. "Muri. Here boy. Muuu-ri."