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Hi. This is Claire Bennet. You might know me. You might not. Nathan Petrelli is my father and, obviously, that means Peter is my uncle. At this point, I'm sure that everyone is aware, but if you aren't: they have both gone as of the last jump. I'm not really equipped to deal with the holes that they left in their respective departments, so I won't waste everyone's time trying to offer a helping hand in that capacity or anything. I hope the positions get filled soon, even if they are big shoes to fill. My main thing here is that... well, Nathan and Peter left me with three dogs. I thought about giving the two puppies up for adoption and, you know, running a background check to make sure potential applicants had never murdered a hamster or anything like that. But the more I think about it, the less right it seems to give away something that isn't mine to give. That being said, I need some help in about two departments here. Okay: 1. Can anyone go over the process for getting animals into the grav couches before the jump? Is there a special procedure I should be aware of? Do I just... plop them in there or what? 2. Is there any kind of, like... doggy daycare out there? Should there be? Should we just organize a ship-wide animal meet-and-greet of some kind? Along those lines, let's talk puppy play dates. Not even necessarily with other puppies. I know the dogs spent some amount of time with the comms department, too, so if anyone ever wanted to walk any of them... that would be great. I'd really like to do this right, since they belonged to my family, and they obviously both cared about them. Thanks. EDIT: does anyone know how to use a sword? Specifically, a samurai sword.

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.. Mr Muggles. [ Severus has never sounded so incredulous or like he's about to lose his shit laughing but trying very hard not to. ] Was it a Pomeranian?

[ There is no self-control left in her body. Within three seconds of the question coming out of his mouth, Claire is smiling so large it might be obscene and then dissolving into more laughter. ]

Oh my god.

I didn't even say anything. [ Wh- what. Is happening. Severus leans back on the wall and stifles laughter. Poorly. ] Muggle is-- what we call a non-magic person. Mr Not-Magic-Users.

It is the Pomeranian.

I can't breathe.

[ She can't. Because she is laughing too hard. Claire grabs his arm for purchase as he leans back, one hand caught up in the fabric of his shirt and the other helping to balance her on the bunk. ]

You can breathe! [ People can't talk without being able to breathe it's a biological fact-- dAMNit now he's laughing, absurdly. The puppies are now both very very interested in what the weirdo humans are up to, which is great seeing as one is right there between them wiggling around while Severus reaches out to steady her. ] Claire, what on earth.

[ Stop doing knowledge at her! This is serious! Through her hiccups of laughter - and why is this so funny anyway? It's funny but it's not that funny. Laughter is infectious, though, and part of her can't help but feel like this conversation is the result of planets aligning somewhere. ]

That is. So funny. How have we never talked about this before? [ The puppy is up in her face, which allows her to catch her breath a little, take a break in finding something hilarious. Claire pushes it away and lets her hand fall somewhere around his knee. ] Okay. I'm good now. Breathing normal.

I try not to talk about it. [ Since it seems kind of rude - 'Yeah we made up a stupid name for you all like you're a weird genus of frog' - and uh. The whole Death Eater thing. ]

Are you sure? [ Very serious. ]

[ Her skin is thicker than that, especially considering how ridiculous a word it is. She is curious as to how the word muggle was just plucked out of thin air and decided upon, but she can also understand how he might not want to get into the logistics of it. Someday. Someday she will stop skirting issues that aren't really issues. Everything so far is still kind of new. ]

No. [ Very solemn. ] I might have another episode here in a little bit.

Contain yourself, Ms Bennet. [ In his best Professor Voice, which is only slightly ruined by the fact that he's still smiling a little. Namess flops at him and Severus looks down long enough to roll the puppy over so it stops flailing around, instead letting it try to chew on his fingers. ]

Hey, I don't think you're allowed to talk to me in your teacher voice when I am not, in fact, your student. Or when you're rolling my puppy around my bed.

[ This is just factual information. The fact that he is grinning, even a little bit, does nothing to change this. Claire straightens her spine, sitting up straight, trying to look authoritative. ]

Diablo doesn't mind.

[ See. Severus releases the puppy in question which rolls back over, heedless of stepping all over them, trying to lick both people at once in an over-excited bundle. ]

So that's his name? We've just decided?

[ Did they just name a dog together? What. Is happening. Fortunately, Diablo can't reach her face when she leans back out of reach. Unfortunately, this means that her hands end up the victims. ]

You can name your dog what you like. [ This is just-- funny. And kind of cute. (Claire, not the dogs, he still doesn't care about the dogs.) ] I have faith you'll settle on something with more dignity than 'Tug'.

Left up to my own devices, I'm not so sure.

[ Okay, Dog, that is enough. Claire wipes her hands on the blanket and then makes the executive decision to put the dog on the floor, immediately resulting in Tug getting up and trotting over for a wrestling match. ]

I really do kind of like Diablo. It'll just make Tug a very undistinguished name when you pair them up.

[ Severus she is going to make you care about the dogs. Enough to help her make dog food. ]

[ Left with no dog on the cot, they get.. lots of dog hair and the remnants of drool. Severus tries to brush some of it off himself unsuccessfully. Gah. ]

Mm. Diablo was the name of Maleficent's raven in Sleeping Beauty. [ Just in case she thought he was being super goth or something.

And he'd help with dog food anyway. ]

[ Claire gets up, mostly to try and pat the bed off and dislodge any hair that she can. It's all over her pants and socks. ]

I wonder if there's a lint roller on this ship somewhere. [ She says this distractedly, listening to him while flapping her hands uselessly against her thighs in an effort to do anything. She only glances up again at the mention of Disney. ] I didn't even know that. To be fair, I was more of a Little Mermaid person.

[ Hence her reaction to finding out mermaids are real. She's still not over it. ]

If I name my dog Diablo, does that make me Maleficent?

What's a lint roller? [ Completely unironically. He dusts more puppy fur off his trousers. ] I don't think The Little Mermaid is released yet in nineteen eighty-four.

[ Sleeping Beauty, however, came out in the fifties and enjoyed numerous uneventful cinema re-runs, having not actually been very successful. Consequently, Severus is not aware that Disney is such a big deal - they weren't doing spectacularly, in his memory. ]

Are you going to get real fucked off if you don't get invited to parties?

[ Having no idea of when The Little Mermaid actually came out - she was born in the 90s - Claire is properly scandalized, though really she could be scandalized by any of the presented options. ]

Yes, actually, I would be extremely fucked off - [ Claire seems less sure about using that phrase but kind of likes the way it sounds coming out of his mouth. With her, it's a lot less sure of itself. ] - if I didn't get invited to any parties. I'll put a curse on all the spinning wheels on the ship.

[ She considers the other predicament, patting off one of the pillows. ]

I guess you wouldn't really have a reason for a lint roller. You can just - [ She makes some sort of undefined gesture meant to indicate magic. How successful that is remains up for debate. ] - It's just this rolly thing that's sticky and you roll it against your pants and it takes lint and dog hair or whatever off of you. Like rolling up tape or something.

[ Severus quite likes the original Little Mermaid story, but for sad reasons. Maybe he'll talk about it someday. ]

Mmm. [ Trying not to laugh at her saying fucked off like it's a careful new word in a foreign language, and he's more successful this time, simmered down by now. ]

Well, that sounds reasonable. [ And it goes. Go go gadget lint roller. Though yes, Severus does have spells for that sort of thing. He's still dusting stuff off by hand, though, as household charms are not his forte. He should probably give it a go later to make sure his first attempt in several years doesn't result in a hairless dog. ]

When you've got Pomeranians in the house, it's basically a necessity. Long white hair everywhere.

[ As satisfied as she's going to get about the dog hair, Claire steps over the wriggling tangle of black hair rolling around on the floor to sit down again. She draws her legs up until her knees are bent and lets her head fall back against the wall, then reaches across the cot to retrieve his comm device. Claire holds it out to him. ]

If you can behave yourself.

[ With an aloof expression that's only slightly dramatic, Severus takes his communicator back. He behaves just fine, thank you. ]

Do you think you've got a good list of people to foist the dogs off onto for walking?

[ She is too busy grinning at her own comm device to respond to that aloof look that she totally did not see or watch for out of the corner of her eye. ]

I think so. [ Her top lip finds its way between her teeth, and Claire chews on it for a moment. ] Charles for sure. A few other people have said they would help, too.

[ Kate and Darcy will for sure. A couple of others she's forgotten to get names of. Lily. ]

As good as can be expected. [ Dryly. He doesn't even really understand why pets are here; he hopes the puppies were an accident, too. People should probably be more careful, given the lack of veterinary care. Oooh well. ]

I think food'll be easy enough to sort.

[ Claire can't be sure. She spoke with the person whose dog knocked up Izzie, so it seems kind of like it was intentional. Everyone likes puppies, even Claire likes puppies, but now she has three extra bodies to mind, and she can't imagine planning that on purpose. What's done is done, though. Claire glances up at him, her face illuminated hazy blue by the glow of her comm unit. ]

You think so?

Well I know what wolves eat. [ Ha

ha

ha

Ok but he does, and real wolves even and not just werewolves whose diet is 'everything, especially you'. ]

Protein and calcium. I bet they were being fed the tinned 'meat' mostly.

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