#8 - A Simple Request

'Good doggy,' Phillip muttered when Hagrid disappeared to get him one of the promised pots. This was all going way to smoothly, which immediately made him suspicious. Not of Hagrid, just of the circumstances. Phillip half imagined himself face-planting with the pot in his hand just for karma to make a point. But then again, he did have to do a lot to get the ingredients he did so far.

Phillip huffed a little when Hagrid gave him the pot, buckling under the unexpected weight. He adjusted his grip on it, nodding.

'Thank you, Mr. Hagrid,' he said. When Hagrid mentioned if he needed anything else, Phillip paused. The Slytherin had been meaning to ask the man about something. Phillip calculated a little in his head. He had a lot to do and the first thing Phillip needed was to get the pot to the Greenhouses and do whatever Professor Sprout needed before he could do anything else.

'No, nothing else,' Phillip replied and with a soft goodbye to both the man and the dog, left the hut towards the Greenhouses.

[Exit.]