A petite calico enters the Sorting Room. She quietly crosses the room, looking around in curiousity. She does not see the three-legged stool in front of her, and trips over it, yelping. While on the floor, she notices a vial of a strange, orange liquid left underneath a table. She reaches forward and picks it up, reading the label, "For feline
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'Cooper, whatever perverted schemes are in your head--this is Jemima,' she hisses.
She knows it's Cooper because he doesn't smell of drink Skimbleshanks would say something very different.'
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"Er, hello," Elizabeth said, upon realizing that the applicant was, in fact, rather cat- like, and not just the pet of some applicant. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Have you a name?"
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