 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
#22
Man vs. Beast
The kneazle, cat…thing, or whatever Crookshanks REALLY was, was staring down Neville. He had spotted the sugar mice that the fourth year had left on his bed, but Neville was done being scared of Hermione’s cat. Those were HIS sugar mice and he was going to get them.
“Nice Crookshanks…” he muttered, moving slowly towards his bed. Crookshanks, seated on Ron’s bed, sat up straighter, clearly getting ready to pounce. Stupid cat…those weren’t REAL mice, after all…
He reached out a hand to grab them, and the cat hissed. Letting out a little shriek, Neville quickly ran from the room.
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