While A, as a general rule, is content to stay in his room, Schrodinger is a growing kitten, and always eager to explore and play. A's room is small, and even a tiny kitten seems to need space, so A has taken her to the Great Hall, where there is space for her to frolic
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Oh, hey, kitty!
And look, the person's floating a feather for the cat to chase.
"Hey, neat trick."
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Schrodinger, of course, pounced on the tie immediately, growling ferociously and worrying it with her sharp little teeth.
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"Has it gotten bigger already? Is that even possible?"
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He comes closer, offering his hand for the kitten to sniff at or headbutt or whatever it is kittens do by way of greeting.
"Is she still chewing on everything?"
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Well, so her reasoning might have gone, if Jezz wasn't going to let her appropriate his hair...
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"I thought we had been over this," he told her. Ragari gave him a look that indicated that was news to her.
Jezz returned his attention to the human. He was aware that raven attacks were not the epitome of courtesy in most lands, and his own initial reaction hadn't been all that calm on his first encounter with Ragari, but the shriek had him lifting an eyebrow. "Apologies."
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((OOC permission for Schrodinger to bat at the scarf, of course.))
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"Oh!" A grabbed for her, dismayed. "Don't be angry at her, please," he said to Mia. "She's quite young."
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"Angry? Hardly. I should know better than to leave that dangling anywhere near any cat, kitten or not." She closed the book and turned to face both of them, still smiling and holding the other end of the scarf in her lap. "She's also very lovely. What's her name?"
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One, which she had affectionately named Doofus, managed to yank his lead from her hand and took off across the Great Hall. Petulia ran after him, the other three piglets very surprised and doing their best to keep up, and finally managed to step on the trailing end of the leash. Doofus was brought up short with a squeek, a few feet from where A was playing with Schrodinger.
"Bad piggy, Doofus," she scolded, stooping to pick up the leash and loop it more securely around her hand. She looked at A, smiling apologetically. "Sorry. He's not very well trained, yet."
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"I don't think cats are meant to be trained. But she is young, and very reckless."
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