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Maxilocks · 12-16-2009, 08:21 PM

Theme # 46: Dungeon

Empty.

Crookshanks sniffed at the nearest wall. He was, one had to say, quite happy at the absolute abandon of the paths he loved best: company, Crookshanks loved, but solace, the cat could love better, especially in the kind of weather he loved, the kind of weather a cat needed to be able to enjoy in peace.

The kind of weather that it was, now.

He stepped into one of the corridors that led away from the dungeons, and shivered a bit. It was cold here, colder than he had expected. Perhaps he should not have left the common room?

Maxilocks · 12-17-2009, 03:26 PM

Theme # 47: Portkey

What was thaaaat? Crookshanks raised a paw to turn the little can of pepsi over with his cat-foooot, then decided against it. He knew the scent of pepsi - it was like sour limes, and very cola-ish. But this, this can did not smell like that. There was, the cat was certain, something wrong with it.

Perhaps it belonged, or had belonged at some point in its life to the red-haired man?

He sniffed at it, then left it in peace. Clever cat! He might not have known the little tin was a portkey, but yes, clever cat!

Maxilocks · 12-17-2009, 03:35 PM

Theme # 48: Leprechaun

Crookshanks was not pleased with how scarce the attention he had received from his owner, the start of this summer, was. He could easily tell that Hermione had other matters on her mind - such as the excitement of the first Quidditch World Cup of her life. Great, her knowledge of the sport might not be, but she was an enthusiastic fan, and was ready to cheer on the team of her choice.. and no, that team had not been picked at random.

The cat flicked his tail, and pawed at a bit of Leprechaun gold. He was far from happy.

Maxilocks · 12-17-2009, 04:15 PM

Theme # 49: Yule Ball

Crookshanks did not understand why this night was of such importance. He had followed his owner to the library bookshelves earlier, and knew that she had the man with the beetle brows for a partner, but that did not explain the need for the fuss, the need to wear pretty dresses that sparkled in the light, and made him want to eat - or at least chew a bit of - them.

But he couldn't.

He COULDN'T.

The cat flicked his tail in disappointment, and curled up on Hermione's dress. That might make her angry, but he was upset.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:35 AM

Theme # 50: Boggart

Hermione Granger was a mess, today. She had had a whirlwind of a third year final, and her boggart had scared the living daylights out of her when it had let her know she had ... flunked.

She was pretty angry too, that she had to admit. How could she let herself go, forget that it was only a boggart, and not the real Professor McGonagall? The teen dabbed at her tears with a hanky.

Crookshanks did not like his owner sad, because that made him sad, too. The cat went up to her, and rubbed his head against her legs.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:41 AM

Theme # 51: Act

WHAT?

As he rose from his seat by the fireside, stretched leisurely, stepped out of the common room and turned round a corner, Crookshanks was not pleased. The scene that unfolded in front of him was no ode to Catkind, and he growled a bit as he saw a smallish kitten back into a corner, frightened of a large owl.

"Bad kitty," he scolded, as he glared daggers at the owl. "Bad kitty. Growwwll. GROWWWL."

That frightened the owl away but, when Crookshanks turned, he saw that the little kitty had acted on impulse, and made a quick escape, too.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:48 AM

Theme # 52: Bore

You did not have to be a genius to be able to tell that Crookshanks was one, very bored cat, today. He hated the transition from winter to spring, not because he did not like any of the seasons, but because it was ... rather strange. He could not play with snow, and he could not sniff at the pretty flowers and maybe eat them... and that was, of course, not fun in the least.

The orange cat curled up, and pretended to be asleep, but he was not. He just wanted spring to come really soon. Or winter to stay.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:52 AM

Theme # 53: Chase

Slow, sneaky, cat-like steps.

The leaves rustled, and the bug looked up. Then it gave a little squeal, and hopped away. But the cat, the orange cat, was hot on his heels.

THE CHASE had begun.

Crookshanks returned to the common room with a most satisfied tummy. He squeezed between two pairs of legs to make his way to a little corner, so he could eat a bit more in peace. Hermione saw him, and shook her head in something like wonder.

When would her cat realize that it was good to eat, but better to eat in moderation?

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 04:11 AM

Theme # 54: Dare

Crookshanks was in a pretty smug mood. The orange cat leaped up lightly, and climbed on the window-sill of the Gryffindor common room. He could look down, into the grounds, from here, but that was not the point. The point was that this window, reminded him of another, the one he had curled up on, earlier today -- the one where another cat, some inferior sort it was clear, had had the cheek to dare him to jump!

He had not completed the dare, of course. He knew he was perfect, and no cat was allowed to question his judgement.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 04:26 AM

Theme # 55: Egg on

It was a Sunday, a pretty Sunday. Crookshanks opened his eyes, and glanced at the dining hall of the Granger residence. It was a neat place, and the cat rather like it, but that was not what had caught his interest, right now. What had caught his interest was the fact that the hall was not empty.

This meant food.

He raised himself, stretched as was his custom and, with a flick of his tail, headed for the dining hall. The door was wide-open, and his tummy grumbled as Mrs. Granger placed an egg on her daughter's plate.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:39 AM

Theme # 56: Fight

“Well, it’s not my fault!” Hermione Granger began heatedly, her eyes furious as she slammed a book on one of the desks in an unused classroom.

“If only that cat of yours would keeps its CLAWS off my –” Ron shouted back, slamming a fist into the nearest wall, in fury. The action had, of course, no good effect: he now had a severe ache to tackle.

Crookshanks looked up from his little spot behind the last desk. The fights were no new thing, but when would the red-haired man realize that his rat wanted to eat them all?

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:42 AM

Theme # 57: Gape

Autumn had arrived in fiery reds, and the leaves were a vivid orange-crimson, pretty to look at. Good to sniff at, too, because they smelled of dust, a scent a certain cat liked.

Crookshanks stretched, lowered his head, and then curled up, by the lake. His eyes were half-closed, but it was no big secret that he was not asleep. In the distance, a smallish boy - a first year, it was clear - gaped at the green-eyed man with the scar. The said man was, in the meanwhile, in deep conversation with his owner.

Sleep would be welcome.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:45 AM

Theme # 58: Hoot

Some night.

Crookshanks found it rather hard to sleep. The cat had chosen this spot, by the fireside in the common room, because he had been pretty sure it would guarantee him a good night's sleep. The weather was cold, bitter-cold, and the flames ensured that his bed was reasonably hot.

But the fire had died down, and he was cold again. He tried to curl up again in an attempt to drive away the cold, but it was of little use. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and Crookshanks sat up.

Time to find another spot.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:47 AM

Theme # 59: Ignore

Crookshanks was not in a nice mood. The red-haired man was angry once more and, it must be mentioned, released some of this fury by sitting down on his favourite sofa by the fireside in his common room, and slamming his potions textbook, quite hard, on the table in front of him. The noise had woken up one orange cat, and now Crookshanks found it hard to go back to sleep.

He rose, and decided it was time to eat. Ron glared at him, but the cat ignored the red-haired man.

He had no time for trifles, Crookshanks.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:50 AM

Theme # 63: Mooch

Ah, springtime. It was no wonder his owner loved the weather so much: Hogwarts looked like a pretty picture out of a pretty book, and Crookshanks would have hummed under his breath a bit, if he could, as he skidded - yes, skidded- to a merry halt by a cluster of lovely, white flowers with long stalks. He had seen them yesterday, on his way to get some food, and they had ... attracted him. But he had had other matters - such as his tummy - on his mind then, and knew he could not be a silly moocher.

But today was different.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:54 AM

Theme # 60: Joke

Poor flower. It had had a pretty white head at one point in its life, but that was no longer: it dangled from Crookshanks's mouth now, and the cat chewed it a bit before he swallowed.

He did not usually eat flowers. They were nice, and did not try to compete with him for food. But right now, his stomach did not feel too well, and he felt the need to ... make it settle down.

A little girl saw the cat, and broke into laughter. Crookshanks glared at her. What did she think this was, some sort of joke?

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 09:57 AM

Theme # 61: Kiss

Ewww. Crookshanks closed his eyes, for the scene was most inappropriate. He had skipped out into the courtyard to skid through a band of new flowers - the joys of springtime! - but that was not to be. For a couple stood in the middle of the carpet of pretty pink roses, and they held hands and - yes, this was the worst part - seemed pretty happy at the kiss they had shared, only five seconds ago.

Quite, quite mortified, Crookshanks retreated from the spot. The things these foolish humans did! At least the girl wore pretty, red heels. Those looked ... quite edible.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:00 AM

Theme # 62: Lope

His owner had had a new fight with the red-haired man. The subject had, once more, been one bad rat who planned, Crookshanks knew well, to eat them all, but the red-haired man in question was not ready to see the cat's point of view. He had slammed down his owner's copy of The New Lope, and his owner had, in turned, stormed out of the Gryffindor common room.

"This all your fault!" The red-haired man snapped at him.

Crookshanks gave him a look of superiority, and left with his head held high.

Foolish mortal.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:04 AM

Theme # 65: Ooze

Crookshanks had been on his way to the North Tower - he quite liked the place. It was excellent if you loved sleep and were, of course, a cat, an awesome, orange cat who answered to no authority except his pretty owner - when he was brought to a halt by a rather peculiar smell.

The cat paused, turned around. To his left, jutted a door that was wide-open, and one peek inside told him all was not well. A cauldron stood at the far end of the classroom, and sticky green liquid oozed out of a crack in its bottom.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:07 AM

Theme # 66: Pace

What a pretty, springtime day! Crookshanks awoke with a merry glint in his eye, and stretched a bit. Then he was off in search of some good food, maybe a crunchy, nutritious bug whom he could manage to catch unawares, because he did not feel like a chase, this early in the morning.

The cat skidded through a band of flowers, but then he slowed his pace, came to a quick halt. His owner was there, a toast wrapped in napkin in one of her hands. Why, Crookshanks could not help but wonder greatly, was his owner out, this early?

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:10 AM

Theme # 67: Quell

"THIS IS ALL YOU -" the red-haired man thundered.

"YOU HAVE NO ID -" Hermione Granger cut through, very furiously. She looked so angry, Crookshanks was sure she would throw something at the red-haired man. But she did not, and the cat was most disappointed. He could not take any more of these fights, and the red-haired man's devotion to the bad rat displeased him.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT -" Ron began, and then he yelped, because Crookshanks had stepped up to him, and sank his teeth into his shoes.

That should quell the boy's anger.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:13 AM

Theme # 68: Roar

Crookshanks knew he was no lion, could not roar like one, but he was very aware that he was no ordinary cat, either. He was a part-kneazle, one of those clever, little creatures who could tell when you lied to them, and he partook in no evil. No, he was not like the foolish red-haired man, and would never fall for the evil tricks of a common, BAD rat.

He trotted by the big, black dog's side now, and nodded in a cat-like way to show that he understood the dog. They were good friends, yes.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:16 AM

Theme # 69: Slap

"I can not believe you said that!" Hermione shouted at the top of her voice. Crookshanks looked up, in alarm. He was not surprised that the two were at it again, but he was definitely most unhappy. He did not want to see his owner upset - that did not suit her, and was certainly not good for her health.

THAT BAD RAT!

"Well, you should -" Ron began, and then he said something that aggravated his owner, really aggravated her, Crookshanks could tell by that made look in her eye, and then... well, THWAACCKKK.

She had slapped the red-haired man.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:19 AM

Theme # 70: Team

They had won! Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, and the look in the green-eyed man's eyes was beyond words. Crookshanks perked his head and meowed a bit when he saw the green-eyed man with the scar raise the pretty cup with his Captain, because he knew this would make his owner happy, and his owner was one of the few humans he cared, really cared, for.

"Good job, team!" Oliver Wood gushed, too enthusiastic about this for words. Crookshanks went up to him, and rubbed his head against the Captain's legs.

Mmm, good day, today.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:21 AM

Theme # 71: Untie

It was two day's after the official start of his owner's fifth year at Hogwarts, and Crookshanks the cat lay by the fireside, the rug at the foot of which he occasionally pawed because it was so... soft. He looked up when there was a little rap at the window, though, and was not surprised to see an owl. That was, of course, a common occurrence.

He eyed the owl a bit as his owner went up to it, and untied a letter from its leg, but he knew he had to be on his best behavior, now.

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