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Who: Fran Bow Dagenhart and Tabatha Stephens
Where: Fran's apartment
When: July 6th.
What: Fran finds a good baby boy and needs Tabitha's help with him

"Yes, Mister Midnight, I know he doesn't smell right to you. But he was crying, and he's hurt! You can't expect me to just leave him there, could you?

Anyway, I'm calling my friend, and she's going to come help. So you'd best be polite."

Fran pets the tiny little fellow's head gently, holding him in her lap while she calls up Tabatha. Maybe with her powers, her new friend will be able to help the little creature.

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Tabatha lets herself be ushered in, taking a moment to pet Mr Midnight because he's the best cat and deserves all the love. If he'll allow it, at any rate.

Looking up at the injured Devil Dog, Tabatha's face twists into a pout.

"Oh, look at him," she says, heading to the injured creature whose paws (feet?) are disproportionately huge as compared to the rest of him.

"Hi, there," she says calmly, putting just a bit of her magic into her voice to make communication with the dog easier. "Hold still a second, okay?"

She's not quite used to using her magic on animals, but the creature seems to at least focus on her, and that's something.

There's a gentle gesture, a whispered spell under her voice. Medicine and bandages appear, moving to tend to the creature while Tabatha watches.

"I'm glad you found him. I don't know what would have happened had anyone else. They're not too well liked in Haven."

Mister Midnight accepts the pets, because he is the best cat, and he's feeling horribly ignored right now.

Fran sits on the floor to watch Tabatha work her magic, ever curious. "Well that's not fair, he's only a baby. He couldn't hurt a fly. I'm glad I found him, like you said."

"They can get big," Tabatha says with a small smile. She's...okay, so she might have explored outside of Haven once or twice already? And kept a safe distance? But Devil Dogs can get big.

"From his paws, I'd say this guy'll be a tank." A purring sound and a few happy wiggles from the creature and Tabatha grins at Fran.

"I think he'll be okay."

She hopes. She sits on the floor with a huff, looking up at Fran.

"I kind of wonder how he lost his leg. I'm not a vet or anything so I can't say." She doesn't want to imagine, either.

"The poor little dear." Ooh, his little purr! How darling. Fran reaches out and pats his head with her index finger.

"Will you -- it's only that he needs someone to take care of him. I don't think we can just let him go can we? Not like he is. And Mister Midnight is very upset with him."

"Um..." Now, Tabatha has a few things to consider carefully. She has a roommate, for starters. She doesn't know what Johnny'll think of the Devil Pup. She doesn't even know if these things can be housetrained.

What she does know is she is a fifteen year old witch who has learned quite a few tricks from her Grandmama, some of them involving animal control. While she hasn't had as many chances to use it, now's as good a time as any, right?

"You know what?" It's the purring. The purring is winning her over. "I'll gladly take the small tank in. If only to spare Mister Midnight the injustice of not being the only amazing creature in the house if Tank stays."

"Oh, wonderful!" Fran pulls Tabatha into a hug, happy that the little tank (what a good name for him, Tank) has a good home to go to. "And Mister Midnight say thank you, too.

I'll come and visit him, I promise. And bring him lots of treats, and help you with him whenever I can."

Fran gets a hug in return, Tabs bein careful to not nudge Tank too much in the process. And it really is a great name for him. If he's anything like dogs from her world, the size of his paws might just show how big he's going to get.

"I just hope my guardian doesn't mind," Tabatha says after a moment, looking briefly concerned.

"Oh dear. Should we ask?" She's not sure how anyone could say no to this little fellow once they laid eyes on him. And furthermore, how could anyone say no to Tabs?

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