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K N E A Z L E

Excuses.

The boy shook his head, brows sloped down in frustration.

His scowl was frightening. It wasn't like the disappointed look Mum gave me whenever I broke something at home; this was different. I felt the annoyance reach deep inside me and it struck me as odd that an eleven year old could be so severe.

"But, Lupin, I said sorry. I didn't know Luke was just a cat, he looks just like the Kneazle my—”

"Just, stay away from me, and my cat, alright?"

As he walked away, I stuck my tongue out behind his back. “What a prat.”