Second floor common room- Monday morning

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Sabine only had one class on Monday, and she had just planned on getting some caffeine before having to go, except she walked into the common room to find puppies. Random puppies. Adorable, tiny, fluffy baby puppies.

She didn't know where they came from and obviously they wouldn't be staying, but could anyone blame her if she ignored the caffeine to pick one up and cuddle him? (The answer was no, not unless they were a monster.)


[Snow day! You need puppies, come play.]

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"If that were true, I would not be here when everyone turned back."

There were just some things she never needed to see en masse.

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Vette paused.

And lifted up the beagle in her hands, staring up at it. It stared right back.

"... You," she informed the puppy, "had better not be a student."

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"I'm pretty sure it's not," Sabine assured her. "Pretty sure. They probably wouldn't all be puppies."

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"Puppy plague," Vette said again. "What if puppyhood is passed through cuddles? What if we're only one adorable sneeze away from being little puffballs, too?"

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Sabine shrugged.

"Good way to go."

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"I think I could live with catching the puppy plague," Vette decided, glancing at the little guy whose chin was draped over her left lek. "I mean, they're clearly living a tough life, but they'll probably persevere.

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"They are tough little things who can grow up to be anything they want to be," Sabine said, nodding seriously.

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"Well, look at this guy!" Vette held up the beagle again. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth and its tail gave a happy waggle. "I think he'll probably grow up to be a fierce pirate."

That was a fitting career path for a beagle, sure.

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Probably a good thing this didn't happen around Halloween.

"That one over there," she said, nodding towards a little black lab, "is going to lead her people successfully through battle someday."

As if in agreement, the puppy barked, adorably.

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"Oh, I like her," Vette decided, and ever so carefully rolled over so as to not disturb the pup who was snoozing on her lek. "She's got pep. Exactly the kind of puppy who'll do great things for her people someday."