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Originally Posted by
Shaw 
As you enter, there is a closed cardboard box at the door. A note above it reads:
The box is acting as a barrier to keep the inhabitants of the classroom in, so be careful as you step over into the classroom. Watch that you don't stop on a cat. The room is full of CATS, most of them feral, hissing, and meowing, but a few might seem familiar to you (HAVE you seen your kitty lately?).
Shaw is rubbing his bald head at the front of the room.
Sierra walked to the front door of the classroom, a very unamused look on her face. She still hadn't warmed up to this Shaw man (not that she usually warmed up to that many people anyway), and so she was a little hesitant to come to his next class. She paused as she read the sign, instructing her to deposit her wand into the box. She rolled her eyes and did just as it asked. No sense protesting anyway.
However, she wasn't so accepting of the
cats--hundreds and hundreds of cats, it seemed--
littering the classroom. She stepped in, a look of disbelief on her face, and wasn't paying attention to the little kitten at her feet.
"RAAARRRRRR!" the kitten cried, and Sierra looked down to see that she'd stepped on its tail.
"Well if there weren't so blasted many of you..." She gave the kitten a half-annoyed, half-sympathetic look then moved aside. Her brown eyes scanned the room, falling upon cat after cat after cat.
"Hissy Fit?!" she finally exclaimed. Sure enough, backed into a corner and hissing in frustration at nearly every human and cat in the room, was her very own pet. She'd named it Hissy Fit, because it was rarely ever calm around anyone but her, and it commonly hissed angrily at anyone else in its vicinity.
"How did you catch her?" Sierra asked Shaw, amazed that anyone could even get that close to Hissy Fit.