Xavier didn't know this woman, but he liked her. He cooed happily, smiling up at her. "My hair," he informed her, reaching up to touch it. "No brush."
Rider rolled his eyes. "Xavier doesn't like it when we comb his hair," he said. "And he cried every time someone comes near him with scissors. Come in, Dursley. You're making us all freeze to death."
Dudley stepped into the house, pulling the door shut behind himself and pulling off his gloves. "We brought cupcakes," he said, holding the box out to Rex. "I heard this place is supposed to be good."
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