Lucky was oh so happy to get petted, tail thumping against Draco's legs as he leaned into him, then ran back over to his master and did the same thing. Happy, easy going sort of dog that was just happy people were home.

"Ouch. Probably seriously expensive shoes and assortments, too." Jake could just imagine a puppy with an italian loafer in his mouth, chewed, and the thought made him chuckle. "Here, let me get changed and Lucky's definitely going to need to go on a walk. Feel free to look around." A flash of that grin before he disappeared down a hall.

The place had the feel of someone just visiting, not really moved in. A guest. Jake really didn't have a place of his own, as he'd admitted, but he was pretty much supporting himself other than rent. How much could his job possibly pay as it was? Normal sort of teenage life, in the end.