My first fanfic, so I would love some constructive criticism, please read and review!-
Knut
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Crookshanks prowled along the castle corridors with grim determination to find that filthy, disgusting rat. Occasionally he raised his nose to the air, but still the rat-mans scent eluded him.
I'll find that rat if it's the last thing I do. He thought. It was a lie, he knew, no mere rat could escape him that long, but it sounded suitably dramatic.
After an hour or two of searching, he was beginning to seriously regret his decision to bypass the kitchens. His stomach growled loudly. That decided it, and he turned round back the way he came and began to navigate his way back to the kitchens.
Yet another hour later it became obvious that he was totally lost. He decided, on reflection, that asking Sir Cadogan for directions had been a terrible mistake.
He sighed. He had long since lost all sense of direction. It was time, he thought, for a good cat nap. He strolled into the nearest empty classroom, and was looking for a good spot when he noticed the mirror. Curious, he peered into its depths...and got the fright of his life.
He whipped around, seeing nothing, then turned back to see, a pale white face staring back at him.
It was Mrs Norris.
He gasped in horror.
"But she's married!"