Missing...

[severe_prince]

One Black Cat Missing!

One black haired feline missing. Responds to the name of Cat. Has a preference towards Slytherins and biting the hands off Gryffindors.

If found, please return to Augustus Prince.

Comments

[voila_aberforth]

[severe_prince]

That feline is too large.

Cat is a lean, mean, feline machine of destruction and chaos.

[voila_aberforth]

Then I won't be charging you for my destroyed cat nip plant, Mr. Prince, or pain and suffering. And I'll let this one free.

[severe_prince]

On second thought, keep it around. Cat needs minions to do his bidding.

[voila_aberforth]

Mr. Prince, I'm quite sure I won't. Your cat can find his own minions.

[severe_prince]

Fine, give it to me.

[voila_aberforth]

I'm sure there is a first year looking for this kitty somewhere. If I give it to you, it may come out mentally scarred.

[severe_prince]

If you don't give it to me, you may come out mentally scarred.

Or even more so than you already are.

[voila_aberforth]

Tut, tut! That's no way to speak to an elderly man.

Besides, I've already disposed of the cat in an appropriate manner.

[severe_prince]

If the cat was a goat, I would be much more concerned about what you're doing with it.

[voila_aberforth]

You know about Henry!?

[severe_prince]

Everyone with two brain cells to rub together knows about Henry.

[voila_aberforth]

They think they know, at any rate.

[severe_prince]

It's not that big of a surprise.

[voila_aberforth]

What isn't a surprise, Mr. Prince? What you assume you know about my life, because you're foolish enough to believe the fools at the Daily Prophet? None of them reported actualities.

[toujourspurnoir]

All he's ever destroyed are curtains.