[There are always a few dodgy moments after the initial transformation, where everything sorts itself out, where smells are too much and then perfectly in balance, and where the dog bits overcome everything else, where Sirius' tiny presence is drowned out by dog urges and interests and smells and scratches and things to pee on and people to sniff and lick and yes yes yes excitement yes, bouncy happy tail wagging this girl who is this girl, ooh this girl she smells interesting and when he licks her hand the taste is weird weird weird and he barks, happy, his back bowing, ready to play--
You git, thinks some boy's voice, somewhere, but Padfoot bowls over that for the moment, and rushes the girl, crowding close to her, winding around her and hitting her with his tail.]
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You git, thinks some boy's voice, somewhere, but Padfoot bowls over that for the moment, and rushes the girl, crowding close to her, winding around her and hitting her with his tail.]