Morning all!
Today's offering was prompted by
reynardo and
sixpence_jones and follows on directly from yesterdays, which can be read
here.
Crookshanks, it turned out, was old, ugly and arthritic. Sadly, this didn’t prevent him from taking one dismayed look at Severus, arching his back and spitting like a fury, before streaking past their legs.
“Oh dear,” Hermione sighed. “I was really hoping he would like you. I suppose there’s nothing for it then.”
Severus’ heart sank as he watched his chance at happiness race down the garden path. He wondered if he should leave now or force Hermione to make her awkward condolences before he fled.
Hermione shook her head sadly.
“The silly thing will just have to sulk. Tea?”