Room 407, Thursday Evening
"Owain, don't nip. I'm feeding you, I'm feeding you."
The damned thing was growing like a weed and eating more than anything it's size ought to. And now it was in the process of losing it's fluff and gaining flight feathers, which meant it looked a bit... er... special at the moment.
It was okay, Merlin loved him anyway.
"I said not to bite!"
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