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Maxilocks · 08-20-2009, 03:06 AM

One Hundred for Crookshanks

For my Liisa
Eighteenth August, 2009. <3

{ To Do List }

1. Herbology
2. Muggle Studies
3. Transfiguration
4. Ancient Runes
5. Astronomy
6. Divination
7. Care of Magical Creatures
8. Potions
9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
10. Arithmancy
11. History of Magic
12. Charms
13. Quidditch
14. Hogwarts, A History
15. Room
16. Dragonhide gloves
17. Cauldron
18. Whomping Willow
19. Wand
20. Hogsmeade
21. Veela
22. Kneazle
23. Telescope
24. House elf
25. Sorting Hat
26. Quill
27. Owl
28. Timeturner
29. Pensieve
30. Feast
31. Dress robes
32. Common room
33. Classroom
34. Parseltongue
35. Pureblood
36. Muggle
37. Animagus
38. Patronus
39. Duel
40. Spell
41. Thestrals
42. Portraits
43. Headmaster
44. Ford Anglia
45. Torch
46. Dungeon
47. Portkey
48. Leprechaun
49. Yule Ball
50. Boggart
51. Act
52. Bore
53. Chase
54. Dare
55. Egg on
56. Fight
57. Gape
58. Hoot
59. Ignore
60. Joke
61. Kiss
62. Lope
63. Mooch
64. Nap
65. Ooze
66. Pace
67. Quell
68. Roar
69. Slap
70. Team
71. Untie
72. Vex
73. Warn
74. x-tinguish
75. Yodel
76. Zap
77. Cheerful
78. Author's choice
79. Author's Choice
80. Author's Choice
81. Depression
82. Careful
83. Fearful
84. Angry
85. Snappish
86. Daring
87. Plaid
88. Sweet Tooth
89. Past
90. Present
91. Future
92. Chocolate
93. Chicken
94. Allergic
95. Snowball
96. Socks
97. Dictionary
98. Pajamas
99. Newspaper
100. Homework

~~Pink~~ = Done

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Theme # 4: Ancient Runes

Uruz, Rune of Strength. Crookshanks sniffed, placing a paw on the top of the plastic rune stone, perhaps to check if it felt edible – it did not – before grabbing it between his teeth. It felt squishy, like soft polystyrene and, while the cat had no plans to eat it for lunch, Scabbers was missing and the rune stone would certainly make an amusing replacement.

Hermione Granger looked up from her tome, wondering what her favourite pet was up to. Just chewing on a rune stone. WAIT! A rune stone? Alarmed, she stood up. Had Crookshanks been visiting the Runes classroom?

Maxilocks · 12-15-2009, 04:59 PM

Theme # 97: Dictionary

Hermione Granger heaved a sigh as she clambered through the portrait hole, her arms laden with her new, Runes dictionary. She had ordered it by mail last week, and it had arrived mere moments ago. Happy as she was that the tome had reached her in time, she was also aware that she would have to tackle it before the exams next month, take in each detail.

What a BIG book! Crookshanks sniffed it after his owner had left for her dormitory, and decided he did not like it. He would have to have some of it for dinner, yes.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 10:07 AM

Theme # 18: Whomping Willow

What did his owner think she was up to? Crookshanks growled a bit as he saw her trot up to the Whomping Willow. Lady Willow would EAT his owner, if she went too near -- and, as it was, the not-so-small, orange furball was not too pleased with this thought: he needed her to feed, pet and take care of him. He also needed her for the provision of a lap in which he could curl up.

... and - not often though he thought of this - he was pretty sure he also needed her because he was fond of her.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 10:12 AM

Theme # 21: Veela

If he could have raised an eyebrow, Crookshanks definitely would have. He had managed to capture a crunchy, little bug he had seen by the lake, but he came to a halt now, settling down into a niche in the wall to see what the red-haired man was up to. He had mustered up enough courage, the red-haired man, to talk to the pretty part-veela whose excessive use of perfume Crookshanks did not like much, and the cat was not impressed by this.

Did the red-haired man not understand that his owner would not like this?

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 10:15 AM

Theme # 22: Kneazle

Grrr.

Crookshanks slowed to a halt, and glared at the relative in front of him. Relatives, he had to say, were not welcome in his vicinity. Not because he did not like them, but because he did not want to compete for any crunchy bugs.

A cat should have the right to eat his bug in peace.

"What do youuu want, big bad relative with green eyes?" He demanded and, when his kneazle-foe only looked at him in response, he poked out a paw. Yes, that should scare the big, bad relative away.

To his disappointment, it did not.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:27 PM

Theme # 23: Telescope

What a joy! It was his birthday, and Crookshanks was excited. Not, of course, his real birth day. No one in existence knew of that. But it was certainly the same day that it had been, exactly two years ago, when Hermione Granger had bought him.

Crookshanks pawed the rug in front of the fireside in the Granger residence, and wondered what his owner would give him as a birthday gift. She had given him a miniature, rubber telescope last time. He had loved it, because it smelled like peppermint -- and because he could chew it, anytime he wanted to.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:31 PM

Theme # 24: House-elf

Was that a ... disturbance? Crookshanks pricked up his ears, then stretched a leg and licked it a bit. Because he had taken one sleepy-eyed look around the interiors of the Gryffindor common room, and seen only a house-elf. Those were alright. They did not disturb him and, even when he was in the way of their work, they made use of their magic to lift him to a safe spot on the other side of the common room.

Of course, that woke him up, too. But it was still good to know he was not taken for granted.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:35 PM

Theme # 25: Sorting Hat

Crookshanks wagged his tail, as he poked his head into the chamber that was - though he did not know this - the Headmaster's office. He had followed Professor McGonagall into the place because he liked her new shoes, and now he was not happy.

Where was he, the cat wondered.

He peered closer, and scanned the interiors of this new place for a trace of something he knew, or a sign that he could recognize with ease. None came, so he took a tentative step in ... and saw a big, floppy hat.

Must go see if I can chew that.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:39 PM

Theme # 29: Pensieve

Crookshanks wagged his tail for the second time in the past five minutes - he knew well that no wise cat ventured into a place they could not identify, if they only wanted a safe meal - and then sneaked into the office with slow, careful, very cat-like steps.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall, it looks like we have a visitor," Ablus Dumbledore said, looking up from the pile of paperwork perched on his desk. He closed the doors that revealed, to the viewer's eye, the instrument that was his Pensieve, and gave a serene smile.

Crookshanks eyed the Hat, in response.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:44 PM

Theme # 26: Quill

"I need a new quill," a boy with red hair and a scatter of freckles on his nose, announced.

"Ron!" Hermione Granger snapped, in irritated response. "You need a new one, each day. Why can't you -"

"Guys," a bespectacled boy with startlingly green eyes interrupted in a tired voice.

Hermione paid him no attention. "- Why can't you take care of your belongings?" She plowed on. "Look at me, my stationary is always in perfect condi - CROOKSHANKS!"

She had walked into the Gryffindor common room. Crookshanks looked up from the sofa, a half-chewed quill dangling from his mouth.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:48 PM

Theme # 30: Feast

What a happy day! Hermione had fed him a full bowl of nuggets only half an hour ago, and now Crookshanks had managed to catch himself a crunchy, very nutritious bug. The bandy-legged ball of orange fur was rather happy, and it was no wonder that his eyes sparkled as he set off at a cat-like trot, in search of a corner of the vast grounds of Hogwarts that was not home to a disturbance of any sort -- a corner where he could indulge in this new bit of food, in peace.

Such a feast, such a feast!

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:51 PM

Theme # 31: Dress robes

Ah, it was fun to be a cat. Crookshanks stifled a cat-yawn as he curled up by the fireplace, and looked at the warm interiors of the Gryffindor common room, with bright but very sleepy eyes. Oh, how glad he was that he was a cat, and not a human who would have to attend classes each day, put off the thought of shiny, chewy things for the sake of a set of complicated charts he did not want to study!

"These dress robes are a disaster!" Ronald Weasley muttered angrily. Crookshanks gave him a sleepy look, in response.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 03:56 PM

Theme # 32: Common room

"Here kitty, kitty! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Here, kitt -"

Crookshanks paused, and gave the girl with bright, blue eyes a most insolent look. Who did this girl think she was? Did she think, foolish little human, that he was some common cat, who would wag his tail like a pretty puppy and bound up to her to lick her hand, if she called to him in those sickly tones? No, he was not. He was Crookshanks, the awesome orange cat who -

"CROOKSHANKS!" Hermione called out from the other end of the common room.

He bounded up to her at once.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:00 PM

Theme # 33: Classroom

Crookshanks did not like this class. Arithmancy, he thought it was - but, of course, he could not be sure. The cat did not, after all, have much time to give to thoughts of study. That was for humans. For him? Life of another kind, a life perhaps not as in-depth, but certainly no less exciting.

He tore himself away from his thoughts, and licked his paw -- because he could, and because the little act lent him ... a certain amount of cuteness. Then he raised his head like the proper cat he was, and followed his owner into a classroom.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:03 PM

Theme # 34: Parseltongue

"Salazar Slytherin was a parseltongue," a boy read out loud from his big book of History of Magic. He was not in a good mood, this boy, because he had an exam - an OWL, to be more precise - tomorrow, and his preparation was far from thorough. In fact, he was sure that he would not manage to scrape by with even an A -- unless, of course, he did not sleep this night, and devoted those hours of gloom to study.

Crookshanks opened an eye, and gave the boy a look. Why study, when you could find a bug to chew?

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:06 PM

Theme # 35: Pureblood

Crookshanks was not too pleased, today. He had overheard a group of humans in deep conversation over the subject of the status of blood and lineage, and he was one cat who did not support their views. Supremacy based on such forms of discrimination was, in his cat-mind, quite unfair. Where was the proof that every pure-blood would be superior, in abilities of magic and more, to one of mixed or non-magical lineage?

The bandy-legged cat slipped underneath a warm sofa, and decided he would bite the bad group, the very next time he saw it.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:09 PM

Theme # 36: Muggle

Part-kneazle he might be, but that did not mean Crookshanks did not like the quiet, muggle way of life. In fact, in his opinion, it was far more suited to a cat of his ... well, stature. Sure, magic was fine, but the real benefits it brought were for humans, and not awesome cats like him.

Yes, it was far more peaceful to chew his favourite toy in the calm of a simple living room, than to do so at the back of a classroom where there was the constant danger that something might explode over his head, any moment.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:12 PM

Theme # 37: Animagus

Things had been ... very different, lately. For several months now, Crookshanks had been rather used to the way of life that tied him with his owner, the boy with the round glasses, and the red-haired man - a way that included lots of classes, lots of laughter, lots of bickering and lots of good, healthy meals.

The big, black dog had changed it all.

It was not a dog, but a human, that Crookshanks's cat-senses could tell with plenty of ease. But whether to trust this animagus or not, to help him or deny assistance, was the question.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 04:16 PM

Theme # 38: Patronus

What a pretty, silver thing! Crookshanks wanted to clap, as the breathe of silver swooshed past him on its way to its disappearance into nothingness but, of course, he could not. But the cat was very pleased with his owner's work, with how well she had improved at this spell she had struggled to master, and he knew he had to let her know this.

He went up to her, and rubbed his furry head against her legs. She laughed, and bent down to stroke his head. Crookshanks liked that, so he rubbed his head against her legs again.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 07:31 PM

Theme # 39: Duel

Crookshanks was in a good mood, today. The slightly bandy-legged cat stifled a cat-yawn, and stretched himself as he leaped, quite lightly, from the arm of the sofa, on to the window-sill. From here he could see out into the open, take a good look at the vast, green grounds that stretched below.

It was a cold day, and Crookshanks did not usually like those but, today, he did not mind. Because today he had had a cat-duel, a little struggle to get his share of bug, and he had come out of it the clear winner.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 07:36 PM

Theme # 40: Spell

"How do you spell eh - eh - 'Mione, what's the Furstark rune whose name starts with an E-H?"

Hermione Granger looked up from her textbook, and raised an eyebrow. "There is," she said. "No such thing as a Furstark rune, Ron. The correct pronunciation is -"

"Oh joy, another lecture," Ron cut through, and he raised his hand to pretend to stem the beginnings of a yawn. "It wouldn't kill you if you skipped that and -"

Crookshanks looked up from his owner's feet. He had never liked the red-haired man, and liked him even less, right now.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 07:57 PM

Theme # 41: Thestrals

Crookshanks sniffed the air, then carefully placed a paw on the wet ground. It had rained, this morning - the floor of the Forbidden Forest still dripped from the downpour, and the air lay thick with the concentrated, very delicious scent of wet-through mud.

But that was not what had the attention of the cat, now. Sure, he loved the scent of dusty airs and mud after a cool shower of rain. But he was more interested, right now, in the skeletal creature who threw his head back at the sight of him.

They were friends, Crookshanks and the thestral.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 08:03 PM

Theme # 42: Potraits

Hermione Granger heaved a sigh, then placed a spellbook on top of her favourite twin portraits - portraits of her parents, which she had had developed over the previous summer. The trunk that housed these was, it might be mentioned, already filled to the brim, but there was little the fifteen year-old could do: a pile of books lay on the table by her bed, and she knew she could not carry all of them, on the train.

Crookshanks rose from his place under the bed, and stretched leisurely. How glad he was that he did not have to pack!

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 08:06 PM

Theme # 43: Headmaster

Ooof! A bit of nugget flew out of Crookshank's mouth, and landed on the ground. The cat made an angry noise, but the boys who had rushed past paid no attention.

Bad, human boys.

The cat gave a rather annoyed flick of his tail, then eyed the bit of nugget that would have been in his tummy by now, had the bad boys not interrupted his nice meal. He wished he could do something about them, maybe complain to the Headmaster, but they had whipped out of sight, and he could not even sink his teeth into their shoes.

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 08:13 PM

Theme # 44: Ford Anglia

It was no secret that Crookshanks did not like the red-haired man. The cat loathed the way he treated his owner, even though - clever creature that he was - he had an inkling of what ... lay beneath the rough exterior that the red-haired man put on for Hermione.

That did not mean, of course, that he was not glad to have an excuse to dislike the red-haired man. In fact, had he been with Hermione last year, he would have been happy at how angry the red-haired man's antics with a certain Ford Anglia made her!

Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 08:17 PM

Theme # 45: Torch

It was a windy night, the kind Crookshanks loved. The wind picked up in stormy ways, whistling down chimneys and knocking at the many windows of Hogwarts castle. The cat decided it was time to jump down from his warm bed in one of the sofas by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, and get a breath of fresh, cold air. It would, he was certain, do him good.

He leapt out of the sofa, and waited until the portrait hole opened so that he could trot outside. A torch burned in a bracket, and the corridor lay empty.

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