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Hmmm. Bit o' brown there.. bit o' grey there.. bit o' orange right there. Wait, had Thing always been that ginger? Looking up from his parchment, Clifford eyed the kneazle.. he definately hadn't been that ginger when he was a teeny tiny ickle baby kitten. YAY! Something else he could write in his journal! Ignoring the others visiting their own creatures, Clifford sketched Thing carefully, making sure he got all the little details perfect. Whee! He was sure Professor Morgan would like it.
Satisfied that he was done with his drawing, Clifford tucked it neatly away in his rucksack. It was kinda dirty in here, and he didn't wanna go getting POOP all over it, did he? EW!
"You're getting a bit smelly aintcha, mate?" The sixth year mumbled, petting Thing fondly on the head and leaning forward to sniff his cage.
... GROSS!!!
"Jeez, you're meant to clean your own bedroom!" Shaking his head, Clifford gave Thing some more meat to keep him distracted and busied himself cleaning out his stinky cage.
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