Theme # 89: Past


"Ooooh, a kitty!" The voice was one Crookshanks had not heard before and, when he looked up, he saw that it was a first year he had seen at the start-of-term feast, the night before. "You're orange!" The girl gushed, with a clap of her hands. "That's so adorab -"

Silly human girl. Does she even know the importance of the cat in whose company she is, right now?

Crookshanks gave an annoyed flick of his tail, and swept past her like the regal cat he was, the picture of dignity he had always been.