A young lion cub scampered across down the hall. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't too worried. This was an adventure. It was going to be really cool. And Nala was going to be so jealous
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Gogo's (generally quite sullen) face lit up. She'd once known a woman who'd owned a lion cub - well, 'known' was a misleading word, but they'd certainly met, though the nature of the visit had hardly been social - and it had taken her all the self-control she possessed not to squeal at the cuteness of the thing.
She wasn't working now. And this one could talk.
"Lion-san!" She said, dropping down to cuddle him - fear was a foreign concept to her. "Are you really going to be king of everything?"
((OOC: obviously, Simba can dodge the cuddle. XD))
Hands reached down and grabbed him, pulling him into an embrace. He squirmed, wriggling his way free and hopping back down to the ground.
Once safe, he turned around to face the owner of the offending arms.
"Why does everyone keep doing that?" he complained, fixing his 'mane' with a front paw. Fur in place, he sat down and looked up at her. He sighed. She hadn't meant any harm, he guessed. But his cuddling tolerance was almost all used up, after Lollie and that lawyer guy -- whatever a lawyer was.
"Yeah," he answered. "Everything the light touches, from Pride Rock, at sunrise."
What a fuzzy ickle baby lion! *pities the delusional cub who thinks he's going to be king of everything, if 'everything' includes the Hat's beloved Hogwarts!*
You're right, the mating rituals of humans are very boring. Maybe we should have a special application for nonhumans. And a very, very special application for hats!
Now, I will sort you, but you must promise not to try to eat any of the talking animals here, only the food the house-elves bring you. No hunting the other students!
"Yeah, good point, I guess," Simba replied, smiling. "So, are you the one who tells me which House I'm in?" He looked at the hat curiously. "And by the way -- I'm not a baby, you know."
"Cool!" Simba beamed, his ears perking up, and scampered about, whooping. He was in the lion house -- for the brave people. Not that there'd ever been a done. Still grinning, he sauntered out of the room, off to explore some more, and locate this wonderful house.
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She wasn't working now. And this one could talk.
"Lion-san!" She said, dropping down to cuddle him - fear was a foreign concept to her. "Are you really going to be king of everything?"
((OOC: obviously, Simba can dodge the cuddle. XD))
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Once safe, he turned around to face the owner of the offending arms.
"Why does everyone keep doing that?" he complained, fixing his 'mane' with a front paw. Fur in place, he sat down and looked up at her. He sighed. She hadn't meant any harm, he guessed. But his cuddling tolerance was almost all used up, after Lollie and that lawyer guy -- whatever a lawyer was.
"Yeah," he answered. "Everything the light touches, from Pride Rock, at sunrise."
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You're right, the mating rituals of humans are very boring. Maybe we should have a special application for nonhumans. And a very, very special application for hats!
Now, I will sort you, but you must promise not to try to eat any of the talking animals here, only the food the house-elves bring you. No hunting the other students!
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"Um," he said. "Okay, I guess I can do that." He grinned. "Guess that means no eating the house-elves either, huh?"
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Welcome to Gryffindor!
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