Not knowing that the talking cats had procured a potion to turn them into humans, Cooper had become baffled at the absence of said cats
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Lord Fanny had come up empty-handed after her trip to Hogsmeade in search of autumn fashions. Honestly, these wizarding types were so backwards - half the dresses still had big 1980's shoulderpads. And there was hardly anything in her size, anyway. The wizarding world clearly did not cater to transvestites. Which was rather surprising, really, but it couldn't be helped.
Heading disconsolately back to the Ravenclaw dorms, she came across a peculiar sight: a good-looking fellow in a suit, laying out what appeared to be... cat traps? "Hello, darling," she said, pausing by one of the traps. "Is there an infestation of cats around here? Alcoholic cats, maybe?" she added, noticing the tins of rum.
Fanny glanced at the cat, narrowing her eyes. "I've seen that cat before, at my Sorting," she remarked. "I believe he's some sort of spirit animal. He told me he can shoot lightning from his paws."
Dividing his attention between the cat and the others but never taking his eyes off the cat, Cooper muttered to Fanny out of the side of his mouth (therefore not enunciating very clearly), "Spirit animals don't eat faces, do they?"
"Well, it depends on the animal," Lord Fanny replied in an equally surreptitious manner. "Some of them are quite harmless. Others... well, you wouldn't want to cross them. I wouldn't want to cross an animal that can shoot lightning from its paws, personally. Just be... very polite."
Heading disconsolately back to the Ravenclaw dorms, she came across a peculiar sight: a good-looking fellow in a suit, laying out what appeared to be... cat traps? "Hello, darling," she said, pausing by one of the traps. "Is there an infestation of cats around here? Alcoholic cats, maybe?" she added, noticing the tins of rum.
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