Unorganised as usual, Kendra rushed down the steps down to the grounds with her laces untied, occasionally tripping over them once in a while, although trying to keep what was hidden in her cupped hands safe from harm. The long grass soaked the bottom of her black robe, but for once she didn't care. There was something much more important to be done.
Eventually she stumbled to a halt outside Prof. Williamson's office, her Care of Magical Creatures teacher. But today she didn't want any help with the homework had set. She glanced down in her hands to check. But everything was ok... at least, sort of. Her hand skipped across the door for a knock. It wasn't very loud, but Kendra was very nervous. She spotted some benches. Slytherin colours. And sat down upon it, some rust flaking off on her shoulder.
Her hands unfolded on her lap, placing the small animal that had been hidden on her cloak over her knees. What lay within was her rat. Her nameless rat. And today when she woke up in her domitory and looked at the pillow on her trunk. The sleek black and white nameless rat was decidely... orange. |