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100 Drabbles of a Jealous Copito to Annie by Yaya - Sa13+ Hello, fans of this emotional and overreactive kitten who believes he's the only owner of Annie, my current character. I welcome you to read the funny moments inside his mind that we all adore. Have fun! 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 78. Hairballs. (for Whitterz) Copito’s nose stumped against his foot. The foot of his worst enemy, Torin something he couldn’t remember. Although, this could be an excellent way to take vendetta on him, for being that person HIS Annie is paying more attention to than to him, the cat of her life, the companion of her many sorrows. The kitten hissed and tried to scratch the guy’s foot, but he was immediately picked up by the hands of that Puff, making Copito feel drowsy. Oh no! Hairball coming! And so it came with cat drool all over the boy’s hand. Haha, take that, Anniethief!! |
(for cedricdiggory) You know, I have this sense to identify certain characteristics about , like that boy Torin who is trying to steal my Annie, or that other boy, Drew who is this close to become her boyfriend, something I definitely don’t agree much of, but what can I do? Sparks, await your doom when I know you are the other half of Annie’s heart. So, as Annie and I walked around the seventh floor corridor , I saw this girl whose face was magnetic, glittering, angelic. It perfectly described a Veela, as Annie once read to me. I wonder…who was her? |
(for SilverTiger) It was Christmas. Icky time it is for me, as for my Annie. And it is because she went sick, slightly, but she sneezed. And it is all because of that snowball a boy named Torin decided to make of their last trip before going back home become a snowball fight. The white things were flying everywhere, Annie hit him back, and the tall guy hit harder. She ran she was having fun; she was smiling and jumping around. But all joy ended as soon as she got back into the castle, when she started to sneeze again. No, please! |
53. Chase (for firenjen) Cough, cough. Here comes the hairball. Again. My Annie had been on the chase for this girl, who always seems to be running around, making Torin Kane’s life miserable. I think I like this girl. She’s on my side, as far as I’ve know. And that is excellent. I wish I could talk to make some alliance with her, to get Torin Kane one of these days and scratch his pretty face. Mwahahaha. And well, finally from the distance I see Annie found her, and told her something about the OWLs, birds were those things? Annoying, I don’t know anything. |
(for Whitterz) Germany. I am in Germany, in company of my sweet Annie. But really, since what happened yesterday, I think I won’t call her SWEET anymore. She totally made this whole trip even more miserable to my heart, she broke it. And it all started when, that…atrocity happened; A kiss between that boy, Drew and my Annie. And I had to watch it, because unfortunately she was holding me while that gross share of drool became such a big deal about them. But, count with my audacity. I jumped, scratching Annie, landed on his face and left a bloody scratch. :mwaha: |
For future references, I think my Annie is losing her time, really. She shouldn’t be here at this school, I mean…she is always not around me, and I have to stay around weird animals that’d probably bit me if I’m not careful. I think we both should go back to Cordoba and make her join her soccer team again. I need Abue back with me. But that makes me think, how about me…leaving Annie to live with Abue in Mexico? Do you think that’d be way too cruel? I have to analyze it. It would probably break Annie’s heart.Thoughtful. |
for Whitterz :P Why was a dress such a big deal for all girls? I’ll probably never know that, and seriously I don’t want to know. But the weird thing about this is that my Annie was anxious to get that dress, in order to impress that boy. Ugh. I thought the scratch had been enough to make him go away from her, but it seems like it put them more together. Sparks, I hate you. And it just hit me. It was winter; there’d be a Yulle Ball. Yuck, and my Annie was going to spend the whole night with that boy. |
for Suziella :loved: Heels, sneakers, soccer equipment, dirty socks everywhere. And UGH, it smells worse than ever. Definitely, that girl needs to be more responsible, clean after herself. But after having all these compromises, it is obvious she doesn’t care about anything else, not even me, her favourite and only kitten. And to make her understand, I thought of this: munching every sock she has dirty, so the smell gets worse, and well…it’s also counting as a revenge for not paying attention to me all this time we’ve been home. Sigh, I hope she finds out I’m the only one there for her. |
for fire_fairie :shifty: Ugh. What was that smell? It just seemed like my Annie had lost her small talent to cook, because the only thing I can sniff is pond water, mixed with snails and dog’s hair. Okay, maybe not that, but the thing coming from that cauldron smelled like wet dog. Something, we… cats, obviously hate. Maybe if I tried getting her attention, she’d stop doing all those weird mixtures, those awful experiments would ruin everyone’s eyesight if they catch her there, sitting in the middle of the courtyard and trying to become a potions master, which I doubt she will. Girls. |
for Suziella :eyebrows: I felt something wet last night and immediately woke up from my calm sleep. It was Paloma, my Annie’s little sister. She wasn’t sleeping and desperately needed the mother’s attention. She was even trying to munch my tail, something I didn’t let her do because she wasn’t going to like the taste of kitten hair. Immediately, after a few moans, my Annie’s mom arrived and picked the baby up from her bed. Mooching her, she calmed the little eating machine, which didn’t let my tail let go no matter what. It was hurting, but if I did anything, I’d be dead. |
By the moment Annie entered our room, I knew there was nothing right in that look. I mean, she didn’t even scratch my back, she didn’t pet me like she used to; she just sat there on her bed and looked at that boy’s picture and all of the sudden cried. I meowed, jumped on her bed and rested my head on her lap. She didn’t pay attention. I understood they had a fight, before the term at that school ended. Maybe I finally made them separate, or it was the time she realized there was nothing more between them. |
It was nap time for the new baby, whose name sounds like peaceful, still she is a demon!! How could they believe that she could be angelical or when she pulls my tail every chance she has or when she tries to eat my food? Well, it is time for revenge. Oh, sweet revenge. So, I entered her girly pink room and there she was, taking her calming nap. And that’s when I saw a ball lying around there, and immediately pushed my claws into it, making a pop that could rapidly scare you away. But she didn’t wake up! |
What are all those moving old portraits looking at me? And why do they speak? It just scares me to be in here, inside this school that my Annie chose. And why isn’t she scared? It probably might be because she is used to it. I’ve seen one of those moving people in portraits before, at my Annie’s dad’s office at home. Still, it freaks me out that they look at me and try to make me purr. They look weird. But…why not scratch them and end with this torture? Maybe some of Annie’s friends at the dorm thank me. |
Not even a single day of attention can be accomplished. She’s like a zombie trying to do all that homework that might not even be due until next week. I am always wondering how come she actually likes this place, full of ghosts and talking portraits. Though I’m glad she chose this place for us, because there won’t be any distractions next year. The boyfriend will leave. It’d be only me against homework assignments; maybe I’ll consider ruining some of those things so she actually does something about my litter box. It’s just a matter of time until complete reunion. |
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