Post by penelope on Jul 6, 2006 20:37:38 GMT -5
Penelope had known from the day they had arrived that this was doomed to happen sooner or later. Only problem was that she had expected it to happen way later than two days after being at the school. Was she actually that bad at taking care of the still small feline? She had been good and dandy at taking care of just born baby and had problems with a cat? Where had this world gone too?
Coming back from lunch, hoping to possibly take a nap or play with her pet she found a nasty surprise at reaching the room she slept in. The door was wide open. If she knew who it had been she would slay them later. A small kitten couldn’t go on the loose inside the castle, at least not yet. What could happen to the little creature if it took a bad turn or ventured outside alone frightened the hell out of the seventh year Slytherin. Still the fact remained that someone had left the door open. Crossing her fingers, wishing to find the animal curled up on top of her bed, she entered the room.
“Ulises?” she called softly into the empty room, trying very hard to not worry herself too much about it. The silly thing probably had found a hiding in which it was snoring at this point. No small ball of fur appeared or meowed anywhere in the room.
Penelope checked under everyone’s bed, in the trunks and every imaginable corner of the room that had enough space to lodge her feline companion. Still there was no sign of him. Where could he be? An inspection of the rest of the rooms followed, which deserved Penelope a few angry glances that she quickly dismissed. Ah, the joys of belonging to the older students in the school, people felt certain respect mixed with fear toward you.
The Girls dorms’ were certainly kitten-free. Damn cats and their curious nature! As far as the Argentinean girl knew he could be anywhere by now. Yet the common room, the bathroom of the snakes and the boys layer was the next stage in her search. The listed order was the one employed by Penelope. Frustratingly enough for her the first two places showed no sign, no orange or red cat hair or other not so pleasant signs that an animal had passed through them. She had no other choice; the boys would have to live with the fact that she was about to practically plunder their sleeping places. It was a matter of life or death. Whoever didn’t like it could go complain with the new head of house for all she cared.
She glanced at the stairs that lead to the one place of Slytherin house where testosterone was enough to knock you out –especially if considered that most of them run around with a sign of ‘megalomaniac’ attached to their forehead-. Ok, so perhaps she was exaggerating a little bit, but still she had no idea how half of them hadn’t killed another during their sleep. Personalities of the type her house held were doomed to crash and burn against each other.
Anyway… We were searching for the kitten not writing an essay about Slytherin and it’s students.
With a decided expression spread along her features she ventured into the layer of the boys. God prevent anyone who might want to stop her. She was going to find her pet even if it meant punching some male housemates around the place. Her feminine aspect might not look like she would be able to, but all those long years of daily swimming had earned her a very steady- and likely to knock you directly into next week- right swing. Luckily though, she was not a violent person, unless you counted situations like this one.
Following no pre-elaborated plan as to which room to check first she just went into the ones that had no person in them. The benefits of being here after lunch was that most were still in the Great hall trying to get their bodies to move. After going out of the second room a faint meow was perceived by her ears coming from the last room of the row. Could that be Ulises? It didn’t quiet sounded like the high-pitched meowing Ulises made, yet it was distinctively a cat producing it. Skipping all the other rooms she walked straight to the last door and opened it all the way – for it hadn’t been closed to begin with-.
She, indeed, found a cat sitting up straight on top of one of the beds. Perhaps Ulises would be here after all. Maybe her new pet companion had gone out to investigate in hopes of finding someone to play with. Without hesitation she gave two steps towards said bed, though stopped abruptly when the Siamese cat gave a very threatening hiss. Ok, she understood, she wouldn’t pet the animal. This worried Penelope some more. What if this adult cat had shred to pieces her little baby? Slain it in the most horrendous way and hidden the remains under one of the beds? What? It could always happen.
“If you did something to Ulises I swear I’ll strangle you to death,” she mumbled in direction of the cat, though with less confidence than she expected. You should know better than to not respect an aggressive animal, be it a domestic one or not.
Getting on her fours next to the bed farthest away of the one with the cat on it, Penelope continued with her search. Checking under all the beds and in the trunk was the first stage every single time.
Coming back from lunch, hoping to possibly take a nap or play with her pet she found a nasty surprise at reaching the room she slept in. The door was wide open. If she knew who it had been she would slay them later. A small kitten couldn’t go on the loose inside the castle, at least not yet. What could happen to the little creature if it took a bad turn or ventured outside alone frightened the hell out of the seventh year Slytherin. Still the fact remained that someone had left the door open. Crossing her fingers, wishing to find the animal curled up on top of her bed, she entered the room.
“Ulises?” she called softly into the empty room, trying very hard to not worry herself too much about it. The silly thing probably had found a hiding in which it was snoring at this point. No small ball of fur appeared or meowed anywhere in the room.
Penelope checked under everyone’s bed, in the trunks and every imaginable corner of the room that had enough space to lodge her feline companion. Still there was no sign of him. Where could he be? An inspection of the rest of the rooms followed, which deserved Penelope a few angry glances that she quickly dismissed. Ah, the joys of belonging to the older students in the school, people felt certain respect mixed with fear toward you.
The Girls dorms’ were certainly kitten-free. Damn cats and their curious nature! As far as the Argentinean girl knew he could be anywhere by now. Yet the common room, the bathroom of the snakes and the boys layer was the next stage in her search. The listed order was the one employed by Penelope. Frustratingly enough for her the first two places showed no sign, no orange or red cat hair or other not so pleasant signs that an animal had passed through them. She had no other choice; the boys would have to live with the fact that she was about to practically plunder their sleeping places. It was a matter of life or death. Whoever didn’t like it could go complain with the new head of house for all she cared.
She glanced at the stairs that lead to the one place of Slytherin house where testosterone was enough to knock you out –especially if considered that most of them run around with a sign of ‘megalomaniac’ attached to their forehead-. Ok, so perhaps she was exaggerating a little bit, but still she had no idea how half of them hadn’t killed another during their sleep. Personalities of the type her house held were doomed to crash and burn against each other.
Anyway… We were searching for the kitten not writing an essay about Slytherin and it’s students.
With a decided expression spread along her features she ventured into the layer of the boys. God prevent anyone who might want to stop her. She was going to find her pet even if it meant punching some male housemates around the place. Her feminine aspect might not look like she would be able to, but all those long years of daily swimming had earned her a very steady- and likely to knock you directly into next week- right swing. Luckily though, she was not a violent person, unless you counted situations like this one.
Following no pre-elaborated plan as to which room to check first she just went into the ones that had no person in them. The benefits of being here after lunch was that most were still in the Great hall trying to get their bodies to move. After going out of the second room a faint meow was perceived by her ears coming from the last room of the row. Could that be Ulises? It didn’t quiet sounded like the high-pitched meowing Ulises made, yet it was distinctively a cat producing it. Skipping all the other rooms she walked straight to the last door and opened it all the way – for it hadn’t been closed to begin with-.
She, indeed, found a cat sitting up straight on top of one of the beds. Perhaps Ulises would be here after all. Maybe her new pet companion had gone out to investigate in hopes of finding someone to play with. Without hesitation she gave two steps towards said bed, though stopped abruptly when the Siamese cat gave a very threatening hiss. Ok, she understood, she wouldn’t pet the animal. This worried Penelope some more. What if this adult cat had shred to pieces her little baby? Slain it in the most horrendous way and hidden the remains under one of the beds? What? It could always happen.
“If you did something to Ulises I swear I’ll strangle you to death,” she mumbled in direction of the cat, though with less confidence than she expected. You should know better than to not respect an aggressive animal, be it a domestic one or not.
Getting on her fours next to the bed farthest away of the one with the cat on it, Penelope continued with her search. Checking under all the beds and in the trunk was the first stage every single time.