Eventual Peter Pan/OC. "How's the dog life treating you?" Henry turned back to me. Before the curse was broken, he always told me that I was an animagus. Of course, not even knowing what it was at the time, I didn't believe him. Then again, the only person that did believe him was his birth mother who made quite the entrance into Storybrooke. I admired her though. She had a freedom. An audacity that I could never secure. Nodding my head, I replied, "It's okay. Sometimes I wish my animagus was a bird though." I widened my eyes at the enthralled boy. "Then I could fly away, have freedom, do what I wanted to do. Being a dog can.. Well, it can be rough." I chuckled.