[center][h3][color=39b54a]- Peggy Atkinson -[/color][/h3][/center]

As Melody's Mareep let out a Thunderwave, Houndour was caught in the attack and paralyzed, not moving for a long time as it lay on the ground, and Peggy worried for a moment it was dead. She made a move to check on the little dog Pokemon, only for Houndour to raise its head and give Peggy a little growl.

Well, it probably wasn't too injured then if it could afford to be grumpy with her.

It was then that the Nidoran's trainer, a purple-haired girl, walked over to them.

[color=662d91]"Well that's what you get, you little [i]fauteur de[/i] troubles,"[/color] she said, scolding her Nidoran. [color=662d91]"Oh, don't do that with me. You're just trying to be manipulative. Behave and I'll get you a paralyze heal."[/color] The purple-haired girl then turned to Peggy. [color=662d91]"Hmph. You should keep that mutt of yours on a leash,"[/color] she scoffed, looking annoyed. [color=662d91]"That mutt could have seriously hurt Melody here."[/color]

Peggy looked down at her feet, ashamed. [color=39b54a]"S-sorry,"[/color] she muttered. [color=39b54a]"I re-really am. A-and I'm sure Houndour is sorry too."[/color]

As if in response, Houndour, getting up to its feet, gave a snarl in Abigail's direction before marching, or rather stumbling, over to Peggy's side, showing as clear as day that it wasn't one bit sorry. 

Seeing this, Peggy sighed. [color=39b54a]"I think [i]someone[/i] should be returned to their Pokeball,"[/color] she muttered, and quickly got out the Pokeball and returned the dog to its Pokeball before placing it in her pocket.

After a little conversation between purple-haired girl and Melody, as well as purple-haired girl's Nidoran seemingly apologising to Tesla - why couldn't Houndour be that nice? - Melody introduced purple-haired girl, who was apparently her friend, to Peggy and Avery.

[color=f49ac2]“Um, Abigail, this is Avery and Peggy,"[/color] Melody said. [color=f49ac2]"Avery, Peggy— this is Abigail!”[/color]

Peggy gave a low nod of greeting to Abigail, so low that it was practically a bow. [color=39b54a]"H-hi,"[/color] she said shyly. [color=39b54a]"And again, I'm really, [i]really[/i] s-sorry."[/color]