The curtains in the living room ruffled. A summery breeze blew tossing papers to the floor which had sat on the coffee table. A summer assignment for the following year of school Hermione Granger wasted no time when it came to her studies. Unlike, her best friends who waited until the last minute, she got started right away. She knew personally that when it came to pressure she wasn't cool under it- unless it really counted, then something snapped inside of her and she got into action.
But the sun was down and her eyes were dry and tired. Having most of one assignment complete for History of Magic she closed her book from the previous year's classes and yawned with her arms stretched high above her head. She looked around. All seemed quiet and relaxed. Lazy bug sounds drifted in from the screened windows. The breeze scattered more papers. She picked them up and settled them between the pages of her book.
Her cat, Chrookshanks, a big orange fur ball ran into the room. He jumped up onto the table and meowed a long, painful mew.
"What's wrong baby?" she questioned the cat and he took off running up the stairs and then and then back down like his tail was on fire or something.
Hermione looked around. The only light on was the small table lamp on the end table next to the couch. She got off the floor on sore legs from sitting so long and turned on the other small light just on the opposite table of the couch. She then turned on the kitchen light and through the large screened, glass back door she saw what had her cat in such a wild mood.
Speaking of the cat, he ran back into the room and nearly crashed into the door. He hissed at a black cat with dark green eyes poised on its hind legs standing at the backdoor.
The cat didn't move. It looked at Hermione and meowed. Chrookshanks empty water dish that rested on the back door was knocked over behind the cat.
It meowed again and Chrookshanks hissed.
"Awww, poor cat is thirsty. Chrookshanks, you shouldn't be so mean and hiss. Now move," she nudged her cat with her foot and he clawed her foot before backing up a foot, all hairs on end.
"Ow, Chrookshanks, out!" she yelled and he ran into the livingroom and she heard him run up the stairs.
Hermione opened the door and the cat instantly ran in.
She quickly grabbed the bowl.
"No, you can't come in here," she said to the cat.
The cat jumped onto the table and meowed a long, painful meow.
"You must be really hungry. Let me get a can from the pantry, but then you have to get out."
She went into the pantry and grabbed a can of turkey and cheese feast and Chrookshanks favorite, Mixed Grill, and an extra bowl on the high shelf.
When she closed the pantry door behind her and turned to the cat on the table there wasn't a cat there no more. Instead a very rugged man sat with the plastic water bowl in one hand.
"Now young witch," his thick English accent echoed in the quiet house, "you really shouldn't let in stray animals.