open RP in the corridors: Cooper is on the case. Again.
Not knowing that the talking cats had procured a potion to turn them into humans, Cooper had become baffled at the absence of said cats.
It was time to take action.
The wheelbarrow that used to hold bottles of rum now held pints of cream and suspicious baggies of something that looked smokeable (but was, of course, catnip. Well, maybe catnip could be smokeable?)
Oh, and a few bottles of rum and some pie tins -- because they could be werecats.
At various junctures in passageways throughout Hogwarts, Cooper was now laying down pie tins of rum and/or cream, with a catnip garnish. He sang under his breath as he worked: "Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow..."
It was time to take action.
The wheelbarrow that used to hold bottles of rum now held pints of cream and suspicious baggies of something that looked smokeable (but was, of course, catnip. Well, maybe catnip could be smokeable?)
Oh, and a few bottles of rum and some pie tins -- because they could be werecats.
At various junctures in passageways throughout Hogwarts, Cooper was now laying down pie tins of rum and/or cream, with a catnip garnish. He sang under his breath as he worked: "Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow..."