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Even though she had noticed him wearing a tie and all that, Gwen wasn’t particularly curious why. Erm. Perhaps it was because she really didn’t care. Mhm. She then grabbed the quill and started drawing a few lines, covering up the mess created by Jinx. In the meantime, the black cat jumped off the seat and started walking around the compartment, finally returning to his seat beside Gwendolyn and looking curiously at the other person.
‘Funny?’, the third year repeated, not even minding to raise her eyes from the notebook. You are, she wanted to reply, but even she knew it wasn’t true. It was just… the situation. But, deciding that it might take way to long to explain herself and yada yada yada, Gwendolyn was determined not to say anything at all. Something she had promised to avoid doing. Hmph.
She stopped drawing and tapped the quill against the notebook pages. Gwen wasn’t very interested in drawing landscapes or static nature, she preferred things like portraits. ‘No such luck’, the girl replied curtly. Him choking. As she looked back at her drawing, Gwen remained quiet for a moment. Let’s face it… nothing will come out of this, she told herself and, still looking at her notebook, the girl extended her hand to pet Jinx, but only hit the seat. Where is he?, the third year asked herself and scanned the place, finally coming across her cat, which was now next to Zeke, trying to get his attention.
Why? Why was the cat being nice to Zeke? ‘Jinx’, Gwendolyn called, seriously hoping that the hairball wouldn’t be nice to him. Na-ah. No chance!, she thought, but wasn’t really right about this.’Soo…’, the third year started saying, still tapping the quill against the notebook, searching for something to draw. ‘What are you up to?’
He was hanging on to her word. Was she not gonna tell him what was funny? Oh well. Zeke let the subject drop as he occupied his attention to what Gwen was holding. He looked at her notebook. What was she drawing? Zeke tried to get a better look of what Gwen was writing, or drawing.
"You really want something bad to happen to me, do you?"
But he was distracted as he looked at the cat's eyes. Probably it was Gwen's. The cat was looking directly at him. Whaa? Blink. Ohhhhh. It was nice. Zeke smiled at the cat and began to stroke its fur gently. Good cat, nice cat. Unlike it's owner. Bleh.
When Gwen finally noticed it and called the little fella by his--or her--name, Zeke repeated it in his mind,
'Jinx.' And there he wondered what this girl was thinking when she named the cat. But still by the name, he couldn't determine whether it was a girl or boy.
"Erm, nothing much," Zeke said, looking up again at Gwen.
"Planning to make a short visit to someone special when I get back home."