Her fingers slid along the spine of her favorite book as she glided in to the common room. Eyeing her favorite spot she smiled to herself noticing that not only was it empty but unlike most days the room was utterly and entirely silent. The fabric of her cloak rubbed and moved against itself making a light swishing noise as she moved along the floor and to front side of the sofa. She sat with grace and exhaled slowly. There was something special about not having anything to do. No responsibilities. Being who she was there always the need to be on high alert at all times, but not today. Two days out of the year she got a free pass. With no care, no worry. She settled into her seat letting the sofa confirm to her petite figure. It was her spot, because it seem to have a memory of how to carefully cradle her body in between it's the leather cushions. Rolling her shoulders a few times she relaxed letting the muscles in her neck and back finally loosen under that constant pressure. Crossing her legs she wrapped her cloak around herself making a makeshift blanket. She let the small smile that was on her lips stay as she slowly opened the book. The smell of old parchment filled her nose making her sigh in delight. Lazy days. A rare occasion but always appreciated.
Her eyes glided across each letter, each word and eventual each page. Soon she found herself sinking into the pages of her book, her escape form the outside world. Her books were a much better world anyways. Her fingers toyed with paper pages before flipping to the next page after she finished a sentence. Her mind played out the pictures of the settings and the character in her book and she found herself standing right next to the protagonist experiencing everything the character was experiencing. Today she was stepping into the world of Hester Prynne a fiery passionate adulteress who life choices causes a major alienation for her and her young daughter Pearl.
She was so immerse in her book that she didn't hear or even sense another presences in the room. It wasn't until she nearly jumped out of her skin, that she realized that he was in the room. A medium size, Bombay cat jumped up on her lap meowing loudly. She grasped her book firmly as her other hand rose to her chest. Heaving in a few breaths she looked at the cat for a moment before glaring down at it.
"Not funny, Beast Boy. You scared me to death." She retorted letting her hand fall. The cat's head fell to left as he leered up at her with piercing green cat eyes. He softly meowed at her again before he began licking his paw.
"You know I don't appreciate you coming up here thinking that just because your, in cat form, that it is going to make me swoon or something ridiculous like that." She remarked. Her hand flung in the air as she did a shoo like motion at him. His big eyes watched her for a moment before he purred softly and began to settle into her lap. "Oh no you don't!" She exclaimed she reached out to grab him. As soon as her fingers made contact with his fur she stopped. Her mouth twisted into a frown, her hand still hovering just above his back. Despite her reasoning, her hand seemed to move with out her permission. She softly stroked his green fur up from his neck down his back. His back twitched in excitement as she repeated the process. He seem to give her a soft smile even in his cat form and then softly closed his eyes settling himself.
She fought with herself for a moment. She should not condone this behavior. As she perceive it if she let him to continue to sit on her lap that meant she was being soft. She was giving in. There was also the matter of if she did nothing he would become big headed not to mention he'd think that this was an "acceptable" act. She continued to pet his back as soft purrs came from his body. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked down at the book in her left hand and then back to him.
He wasn't being loud and for the most part his soft fur felt quite enjoyable beneath her fingers. 'What's the worst that could happen?' some emotion stated clearly in her mind. She nodded agreeing that while she'd never admit it out loud she found his quiet company pleasant. Pursing her lips she turned her eye back on her book while her right hand moved though his fur.
After a long while she turned her attention back on her sleeping companion and smirked. "While I'd rather prefer black cats over green ones, it's amiable that you when for this specific breed." She murmured scratching his ear. "It's my favorite." She finished in a whisper. A soft purr was the only response she got.