Room 308, Sunday evening
Apr. 29th, 2007 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartestoneHermione has a lot of notes around her room, and they've been keeping her busy. And here there weren't distractions or lying girls. Of course, she's a little distracted when she sees her cat wander back into the room.
Books... or cat. Books... or cat.
She's little, which is why she hops off her bed to plop on the floor next to him and pull him into a tight hug. "You're a good kitty, aren't you? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! And you're so fluffy!"
No, he's not, and Crookshanks is currently trying to get away from her, occasionally making "RRRRR" noises, but not the good kinds.
"You're so good and calm!" Hermione says, and after a while, Crookshanks gives up. And probably hates life, at least until she goes back to checking out her notes.
[Establishy cuz brain gone boom.]
Books... or cat. Books... or cat.
She's little, which is why she hops off her bed to plop on the floor next to him and pull him into a tight hug. "You're a good kitty, aren't you? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! And you're so fluffy!"
No, he's not, and Crookshanks is currently trying to get away from her, occasionally making "RRRRR" noises, but not the good kinds.
"You're so good and calm!" Hermione says, and after a while, Crookshanks gives up. And probably hates life, at least until she goes back to checking out her notes.
[Establishy cuz brain gone boom.]
