 *can't be bothered to fully catch up... straight onto main activity!* Arts TRANSPONSTER!
ALL THE FUSS!
Man. It took him long enough to encounter some nasty Slytherin-ness. Directed at a girl, Gryffindor, and FIRST YEAR no less. Matt was NOT impressed.
He'd remember your face, you Slytherin person. Even though he didn't know your nam- ah. Mr Emery. HE'D REMEMBER THAT!
But now everything had been dealt with, so Matt could get on with life. Aka do the stuff they were meant to do in that lesson.
Eeehhhhh, Matt didn't care much about creatures such as kneazles, so he was far from excited about taking care of sick ones. He was not a cat - or kneazle - person. Eh.
He'd try and make things a bit more interesting for him, then.
The Gryffindor went over to where the stinky litter boxes were and gave one of them a slight kick on the side. The content moved a bit and he stared down at the sand and cat poo. Hmmmmmm... he wondered if the cats - kneazles, same diff - would be able to tell the difference if he just put some extra sand on top of their 'piece of art' instead of actually changing the whole thing.
MMMMMM... he'd give it a go.
The fourth year then casually topped up the sand of one of the litter boxes, making it pretty much overflow. There it was, brand new sand for your sick cats! Kneazles. |