Fourth floor common room, Monday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Still in the wolf form that Umbridge had turned him into, Dean was stretched out on the couch, chin resting on the armrest, tv remote in his mouth. With careful experimenting, he'd figured out how to turn on the tv and change the channel by biting down gently on the buttons.

He was currently watching an old werewolf movie; it had seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

[ooc: Yep, Dean's a wolf. Open like an open thing.]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Right," she unwrapped the package and placed it on the floor. "No gobbling, or you'll make yourself sick, 'kay?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean licked Dawn's hand in thanks before digging in, completely ignoring the warning about gobbling.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

While the wolf was occupied, she got a large bowl of water and placed that on the floor, too. Then she scritched his ears. "God, you're a gorgeous wolf. But you probably already know that."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean finished the hamburger and leaned into the scritches with a contented grin.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Okay, now I wonder if you're really a wolf and I'll probably be embarrassed about this later," she said, still scratching. "No tummy rubs, though, unless you're Sam. There's rules, you know."

"You're not Sam, are you?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean made a funny chuffing noise, the closest a wolf could come to chuckling, and shook his head. Close, but no cigar, sweetheart.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm," she considered who she knew who was especially wolflike. "Not Alec, since your nose isn't under my shirt..."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled again and shook his head no.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Seely?" She pondered the wolf closely. "Although he'd probably be more of a lab."