With wand’s gentle sweep, the bare necessities of Juliette’s closet began to dance from their hangers, shelves, drawers, and toward the open mouth of her ever-hungry, charmed trunk. They rearranged and folded themselves neatly atop the already-packed bottles, books, and papers. The Undetectable Extension Charm was never not curious to her fully grown chocolate lab, whose blue eyes followed the elegant queue of goods as if each were a fresh marrow bone or teasing cat.

But he knew better, by now, than to act on his want of new toys from his mistresses’ collection. Passively, like a sigh, he continued to the watch the bewitchment.

Louis had made himself at home atop a small, pristine collection of Landis’ shoes. The witch had prefaced a letter some weeks ago with all of the dog’s love for its adopted second master. And had ended it with a tragically handsome leather boot, all perfect shine and battle scars. Juliette could only imagine her husband’s expression, the lack of amusement for her initial greeting— the transformation to something else at the sight of his property.

Louis’ respectful neglect of the witch’s possessions did not extend to the librarians.

How lucky for him that in addition to a sweet wife, he had a tailor for a cousin. (Though not a cobbler, what a shame.)

Ten minutes later, and the shoes were relieved of their furry burden, who was called somewhat warily into the fireplace just before green flames flew up to signal the start of their journey. Pressing a gentle foot in front of the dog’s paw, Juliette kept Louis from second guessing the command, and together they whirled through the spectrum of fireplaces that were plentiful and skewed enough to be an exhibit in a modern muggle museum.

Seconds later, Juliette stepped out of a the fireplace of The Three Broomsticks.

The dog stepped woozy behind her, adjusting to his surroundings as if he didn’t quite trust the floor— and then warming up quickly to the new scents: savory pies, beer, something sweet.

Juliette nodded her thanks to the barmaid, who presented her with a small package. The redhead drew out a handful of coins and slipped them across the bar before pocketing the little thing. An easy exchange for regular use of her Floo network.

And then she was out the door, heading up the high road, trunk floating behind her, Louis trotting ahead. A holiday visit. Or something more.