Short Legs, Big Personality Pet

─────Hendrik was at the Magical Menagerie, having talked to his parents about adopting a pet to accompany him during his first year. He had been buying some things for Hogwarts, mainly books and clothes. Then his parents suggested that he could go to look for a pet, which he had asked earlier. As soon as he entered, he was impressed to see how big the place was. And how magical it felt. His eyes explored the place with curiosity, trying to grasp the information of each creature’s appearances — which were caged or bound to prevent escape.

It was a difficult decision because there were so many animals, and he didn’t know if he wanted an owl or a pigmy puff, finding them adorable. He was walking through all the cages, his blue eyes trying to make contact with the owls. At that moment when he passed by a small owl, the little creature began to squeal and flap its wings frantically, prompting Hendrik to walk away in surprise. He couldn’t help but ask if he was the cause of that behavior. Blinking his eyes, he continued to walk down the other aisle, deciding that the owls probably didn’t suit for him.

He sat for a moment on a bench, trying to think. Until he noticed a slight pressure against his leg. His attention focusing on what seemed to be a muzzle. He was flabbergasted, because he had never come to know about the existence of canines in the magical world. Approaching the cruppy, he held it in his arms and went to look for the employee “I didn’t know there were dogs here.” he told the employee. The staff, being a woman, began to laugh sweetly, pointing out to Hendrik that it was not just a dog, but a Wexford Half-Crup, a rare canine with two tails.

Still holding it, he spent a few moments observing with curiosity, caressing the muzzle. The dog seemed to like Hendrik, because he was licking furiously his cheek, as if kissing. Sweet laughter echoed through the store, evidence that the canine seemed to have chosen Hendrik as his faithful companion. With the decision made, he decided to adopt him, “What is your name?” asked Hendrik, whose answer he got was that it was nameless. The audacity! That poor crup had no name... He went walking, looking for different types of food while trying to think of a name.

Taking a cookie, he offered it to the crup. He was thinking of several names, until one seemed strong enough and striking, making his lips form a broad smile “I gotchu! I’ll call you Mister Sainz! I like that name for you!” exclaimed Hendrik, the dog barking excitedly, his tail wagging furiously, causing him to laugh a little at the behavior of the canine. He went to the checker where he took out his coin bag, and pointed out that he wanted to buy food, as well as a leash and several toys. Placing Mister Sainz on the table, he waited while playing with the dog.

He was so focused playing, his little finger scratching under the chin that he didn't realize the worker had returned, along with a bag of food and several chewing toys. Disposing the money, he checked the food and pointed out the sweets, remembering that his parents had suggested he try to find a way to motivate his pet. Once paid for everything, he gently placed the leash on his dog, having to dodge the licking until he managed it. He placed Mister Sainz on the floor, and the two of them together, came out of the store, watching as Mister Sainz raised his tail proudly.