Theme # 84: Angry


Crookshanks was not in a good mood. The orange cat stomped back to the common room - but found, to his utter anger - that he could not get inside. He had stayed out till late, and now the corridor lay in peaceful abandonment. Not a soul stirred and, of course, the portrait hole remained closed because of the total lack of password.

"Open up!" The cat growled, poking a paw at the Fat Lady. She mumbled something he could not figure out in her sleep, but did not wake. Crookshanks growled, and stomped off, once more. What a very rotten day!