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Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 10:24 AM

Theme # 72: Vex

Oh, how the red-haired man had vexed him, at one point! But that was, Crookshanks knew, a thing of the past. Life was better now, and he could even curl up in the red-haired man's lap. The bad rat was gone, and Crookshanks was more than glad for this.

Good riddance. Bad rat, bad rat who wanted to eat us all.

"Hey, 'Mione, can you help me with this essay?" Ron said, scratching his head a bit because he was, once more, at a total loss.

Crookshanks meowed, and decided it was time to sleep some more.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 02:41 PM

Theme # 73: Warn

It was a brilliant day, and the sun was hot over his head. Crookshanks eyed it a bit, then trotted into the grounds. In the distance, the lake rippled in clear, blue waves, and students ate by its edge. The cat took a few, quick steps towards a bird that twittered not too far off - and the bird flew off. A little disappointed, Crookshanks curled up.

He was unhappy at how hasty he had acted. If only he had been slower, quieter -- then the pretty bird would not have been warned, and might have been in his tummy, right now.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 02:47 PM

Theme # 74: X-tinguish

Crookshanks was exhausted. It was a bitter cold day at the end of winter, and the cat felt like his bones were on some sort of fire. He was sleepy, could not find his owner, and had accidentally run into a wall. Something was wrong, pretty wrong.

Oh my, I think I might be sick.

He took two steps forward, but did not feel any better, so he huddled into a corner, right underneath a tall window. The lights in the corridor had long been extinguished, and the orange cat was really cold.

It would be a long, unhappy night.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 02:50 PM

Theme # 75: Yodel

In a corner of the common room, Crookshanks the cat wished he had hands that he could clap over his sensitive cat-ears, right now. A smallish, first year - a rather foolish one, by the looks of him - attempted to cheer a friend with a song, and his voice was terrible, really terrible.

"Sounds like Percy yodelling in the shower," Ron said, with a look in the firstie's direction. He was not the only one for whom the said boy's song was a source of disturbance: Crookshanks seconded Ron's comment, wished he could sink into the floor.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 02:56 PM

Theme # 76: Zap

"You will not get away with this, you foolish man!" a loud voice declared. "The forces of good will -"

"ZAP."

"Thwackthwack THWACK banggg."

Crookshanks raised his head, and opened an eyelid. He was huddled up on a cushion on one of the pretty, green sofas in the Grangers' lounge, and the television stood in front of him, blaring very loudly.

"Something shut that thing off," the cat mumbled. "I want to sleep some more."

No one paid him any attention, though. Even his owner only patted the top of his head, and continued to stare at the big, bad box.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 02:59 PM

Theme # 77: Cheerful

Crookshanks the cat was in a pretty cheerful mood, this day. He had been rather sick two nights before, and souped up on a diet of pretty flowers and leaf-food in an attempt to make himself well again, but that had been of no real use. But his owner was a nice owner, and she had noticed that he was sick. Which meant, of course, extra care. A bit of medicine, too. That was not nice, but the extra care certainly was.

... and now he was well, again. The cat stretched, and meowed happily. He wanted more, nice food!

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:01 PM

Theme # 78: Author's Choice

"CROOKSHANKS!"

Crookshanks blinked, and opened his eyes. He had been in such a deep sleep, and it was pretty awful to have to wake up in response to such a loud shout. He did not like noise... and the person who had called him was not even his owner, but Mrs. Granger. He knew he could ignore that one - she was nice, but she had woken him up, and that was pretty bad.

"CROOKSHANKS!" Mrs. Granger called again. "Where are you, you cat?"

He curled up, and went back to sleep. She would find him, in her own good time.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:09 PM

Theme # 81: Depression

If you thought cats could not be upset, think again. Because one, orange cat was, was upset to the point of depression. Crookshanks raised his head, and stared at the yellow-orange flames that rose in the fireplace. He had liked them, at some point in his life. He was not sure he liked them, now.

Because things, things had changed a lot. Life had taken a total U-turn, and chaos had paved way for further chaos, chaos of an even worse kind. His owner had left him in hunt of God-knows-what, and he was alone.

Empty.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:13 PM

Theme # 79: Author's Choice

No owner.

Things had been so different, at one point. Even a month ago. Crookshanks pawed at the rug that lay in front of the fireside, and found that it had a little hole in the top left corner. That would not have interested him at one point, but now ... boring details were a part of his life, now. They interested him, because he knew he had to keep himself busy. Think of stuff that could not hurt him.

The cat fiddled with the tiny hole, but that did not make him any happier than he had been, last night.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:16 PM

Theme # 82: Careful

Oh. My. Gosh.

That was one JUICY bird. Crookshanks could imagine the poor, little thing - no, that was certainly not the way he thought of the pretty bird - dangling from his mouth now. How very crunchy, how very delicious!

But, delicious bird though it looked, it also looked like one realllyy wise creature. Crookshanks knew he had to be careful, or he would have to go find some small, bad bug for dinner. He didn't want that, of course. No amount of bug-food could replace the joy of a dinner that consisted of such a very juicy bird!

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:19 PM

Theme # 83: Fearful

The snow swirled in the streets, little crystal points of moonlight slanting through the cracks in the boarded-up doors of abandoned houses. The neighbourhood lay empty and in ruins, and Crookshanks was quiet, very quiet, as he crept into a house.

He was not fearful of what lay ahead for him. He might have been a vain cat, but he had never been a coward. He was as brave as a big, orange cat could possibly be, and he was proud of it.

It was just that he missed his owner, and the fun times they had spent together.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:24 PM

Theme # 80: Author's Choice

"Go awayyyy."

"Nuuuu," the cat with the green eyes said. She had found herself a good dinner, and she was not about to back away for some orange cat who thought he was the best thing in the world, no way.

"GROWL!" Crookshanks said. The noise had worked wonders for him before, but it did not work with this cat with green eyes. She gave him a cool look, and turned the bird over with a paw.

Crookshanks glared at her. She was taking advantage of her gender, was she not? She KNEW he would not hurt a female cat.

Maxilocks · 12-18-2009, 03:30 PM

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!

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 01:49 AM

Theme # 91: Future

Hermione Granger had a new top. She would not have bought it, the other day, if Ginny had not insisted upon it, and the reason was rather clear: it was a pretty prussian blue, tied at the front in this big, stylish knot that the likes of Hermione Granger would not be caught dead in. Or, at least, so she thought, at this moment - because what the future held, she had little idea.

Crookshanks loved the new top. He was pretty sure his owner would look splendid in it and, besides, he loved to paw the knot. It was... chewy.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 01:54 AM

Theme # 85: Snappish

*SNAP*

"Crookshanks!" Hermione Granger gave a little scream, and ran towards her orange pet. The cat, in question, had been seated on a sill, until a moment or two ago. His owner had told him not to, because the sill looked like it could snap into three any moment, but Crookshanks had not paid much attention to this - did his owner think he was FAT? What an outrage!

But the sill had snapped - or, at least, a part of it had broken away from the rest - and Crookshanks let out a growl as he leapt away.

"Bad snappish sill. BAD."

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:05 AM

Theme # 86: Daring

Pig-wid-geee-on. What a difficult name! Crookshanks curled up, and eyed the little owl with a bit of an unhappy look. It was not that he did not like Pig-wid-geee-on - the owl was a delight, rather daring because Crookshanks's company did not scare him away ... of which, it might be mentioned, the cat in question was pretty glad. It was just that he did not understand the owl's complicated name.

Why could Pig-wid-geee-on's owner not have named him Popcorn, or Potato, or something else that was easy to pronounce?

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:12 AM

Theme # 87: Plaid

It was that time of the year, once more. Crookshanks leapt up on Hermione's bed and snuck into the warm pile of clothes that she had heaped on it, but she did not shoo him away. Under normal circumstances, that would have been a huge surprise, but it was not so, now. Crookshanks knew the reasons well: she was sorting out stuff, placing aside what she did not need, or had outgrown.

He sniffed at a bit of checkered, plaid T-shirt, and decided he did not like the scent. It would not, not ever, make a good lunch.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:20 AM

Theme # 88: Sweet Tooth

"Gah, I can't take any more of this chocolate," Ron whined. Hermione rolled her eyes at him. He had eaten half a box of truffles, and that too on an upset tummy. She had, of course, tried to stop him, but when had Ron ever listened to her? She shook her head now, ignored him, and returned to her needle-work.

"'Mioonnnee," Ron groaned. "What are you going to do if my sweet tooth kills me, some dayyy?"

Crookshanks looked up from his seat in the corner. The chocolate seemed to have touched the red-haired man's brains.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:28 AM

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.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:35 AM

Theme # 90: Present

Presents! Hermione Granger gave a little squeal of delight, and ran right into the arms of her husband and her very best friend. They had staged the little surprise party for her, and the decorations were as beautiful as the pretty gift-boxes.

"You two are the BEST!" she squealed, not letting go of them. Harry grinned over her head, at Ron, who grinned back. It was a happy day, and they were glad of their little effort.

Crookshanks gave a little cat-sigh, and nudged his owner with his head. Where was the food, people, where was the food?

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:38 AM

Theme # 92: Chocolate

"CROOKSHANKS!"

It was a clear summer's day, and Crookshanks sat in the back garden of the Granger residence. The cat flicked his tail, annoyed at the interruption, and looked up. It was Mr. Granger, a roughly-folded newspaper tucked one arm, and a look of total mortification in his eyes.

"You bad cat!" He scolded. "The chocolate was not for you! I will have to talk to Hermione about this. Inside. Now, Crookshanks."

Crookshanks eyed him a bit, then returned to his bowl of melted Dairy Milk. It tasted of raisins and warm milk, and the experience was delicious.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:41 AM

Theme # 93: Chicken

Yummm! Crookshanks would have clapped his hands, if he could, at the sight of the steaming dish of roasted chicken that Mrs. Granger laid on the dining table. "Hermione," she called, as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Dinner's ready, sweetheart, time to come down."

BAH. Crookshanks flicked his tail, and made a face. Why did Mrs. Granger never call him to the table? It looked like he would have to wait, till his owner came down. She was the one who took the best care of him, and made sure he got his share of yummy chicken.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:45 AM

Theme # 94: Allergic

Crookshanks had been a rather jealous cat, lately. Mrs. Granger had taken in a smallish, stray kitten with big, blue eyes and something of an allergy to carpets, and she doted over it like a little mother. Not that Crookshanks did not like the small kitty. It was rather weak, and he played with her when she was in the mood.

It was just that he felt his owner spent less time with him, and more with the new addition to their household. How, just how, could he possibly bear such a thing?

His owner was NOT to be shared.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:49 AM

Theme # 95: Snowball

Eeep, snowwww! Crookshanks huddled in a little corner of the ground, as his owner lay on the ground, totally out-of-breath.

"Nooo, Ronn!" Hermione said, rolling over as the red-haired man thwacked a snowball at her. "I'm out of this, no fair!"

"FAIIIR!" Ron and Harry said together, as the latter bent down to scoop up a scrap of snow. Hermione sprang to her feet, and made a run for it, but she was laughing like the merry, little thing that she was.

Crookshanks, for his part, wondered where the crunchy, nutritious bugs hid, in winter.

Yumm.

Maxilocks · 12-19-2009, 02:54 AM

Theme # 96: Socks

"Crookshanks."

The cat looked up, and ... and then he was silent. She ran to him, swept him in her arms, but he was silent. How could she come back now, his bad, bad owner, after she had abandoned him without a word, left him without a reason?

"Go away," he said. "Go away."

She hugged him harder, and Crookshanks could not take it longer. He rubbed his head against her, and snuck into her arms. Hermione wiped away the tears, and beamed at her pet. "You forgive me, don't you, Crookshanks?"

"If you get me new socks to chew."

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