My second story! Collab with Knight The Cat. The lengths of the chapters might skip around a bit, but I'm trying to keep between 1000 and 1500 words. I'll say more in the next chapter; this is more like a prologue. Enjoy~!
Alfie headbutted Iggy, receiving an annoyed meow. He had just trotted up to where the smaller cat was lying in the front of the dying flames in the fire place.
Dinner was well on its' way and the Gryffindor common room was empty. Alfred Jones' enterprising cat had been struck with an idea.
Arthur Kirklands' cat had unfortunately become privy to the bright, out going personality the larger cat had inherited from his owner and was therefore not surprised, though still mildly annoyed, when Alfie began to pester him.
"Come with me!" He was saying. Iggy shook his head and curled up again.
After some more pestering, Iggy stood up, giving a mutinous glare, as if to say, "We will be back quickly."
Alfie gave the hugest grin a cat could give and promptly dragged him out of the portrait hole. Before Iggy knew it, he was in the dungeons. He headbutted Alfie, unamused.
Alfie had, in fact, found the Slytherin common room. Being a restless cat with nothing to do all day in Hogwarts Castle, aside from being taken down to a few transfiguration classes, he had gone out exploring and, well, stalking.
He didn't know what he'd found, but it seemed to be a hidden door in a wall, which excited him enough to go up and get Iggy, who, no matter how the other denied it, was his friend.
Miraculously, a few meows got them through the door. When it shuddered open, very loudly, both cats made to run away, terrified. They didn't get very far before Alfie tripped over Iggy, and, upon being crushed, the smaller cat let out a muffled squeak, looked back and realised that the door didn't look that threatening after all.
After flailing a little bit to get Alfie off, he cautiously entered the spacious room and began to explore. Alfie bounded in after him, looked around for a few minutes at a much faster pace than Iggy and disappeared into the dormitories.
Iggy nosed around, preferring to search for comfortable places for naps and pretty, shiny things to play with. He broke a few things, and eventually settled on curling up on an armchair with a nervous first years' stuffed owl toy.
The only other cats who lived there were sleeping or out, but Alfie did get hissed out of the fifth year boys dorm (it was very clean) quite violently by a small blond feline with green eyes, hovering protectively near a smaller, almost identical kitten with a purple ribbon around its' neck, sleeping peacefully.
He found most of the girls dorms very boring, though he did end up making just as many trinkets as he had in the boys dorms fall to the floor. There seemed to be a few more breakable things in the girls dorms, though.
He soon found himself in the year six boys dormitory. As with every other dorm, he set about poking through every bed one by one.
First, Ivan Braginskis' bed. It was absolutely covered with blankets, and there were two huge coats hung on the end. Other than that, it was impeccably organized. Alfie moved on.
Second, Eden van der Beeks' bed. It was pretty clean, uninteresting. Oh course, his joints and lighters were hidden in a little magically sustained cavern in the middle of his mattress.
The next three beds, well… Even the professors had given up. Antonio Carriedo, Gilbert Beillshmidt and Francis Bonnefoy were like the Slytherin (if you want to stereotype) version of Fred and George Weasley, except without the brothers thing, 'cause that would make their friends with benefits thing very creepy.
They just seemed to sleep on whatever bed they chose to fall on, whether it was their own or not. And if they all fell on the same bed…
They had agreed to keep most of their stuff out of sight, so lately they had been uncommonly neat. Technically, Antonios' bed was first, then Francis', and Gils' was the furthest back. As Alfie made his way across, he saw… something he really should not have seen. If only he didn't love bright colours so much…
He raced back out to Iggy, jumping up to the armchair and headbutting him, causing him to fall less than gracefully onto the floor due to the restricted space on the chair. He landed on the owl toy, feeling very lucky that he hadn't chosen the higher, smaller armchair closer to the fireplace.
He hissed at Alfie, but the larger cat ignored him and meowed insistently until Iggy followed him.
Between Gilbert and Francis' beds, only half concealed, were two goblets, filled to the brim. One had something bright blue, and the other forest green, clearly very similar substances.
Alfie beckoned Iggy over, already staring into the blue stuff. Iggy gave him a look of disbelief. Nevertheless, he trotted up slowly and looked into the green liquid with distaste. Accidentally dipping his nose in it, he rubbed it off with his paw, alarmed.
Meanwhile, Alfie watched him with a huge grin on his cat-face, and dipped his own nose into the blue. Iggy rubbed that off, too, worried. His friend just indicated that they should both drink, and lapped at it once, motioning to Iggy.
Iggy lapped too, and Alfie stuck in. Iggy worriedly drank, only proving again that he'd do anything Alfie asked him to. He was the first to feel sick, and stumbled away with a third of the strange liquid left.
Alfie, like his owner, could stomach almost anything, almost finishing his before stumbling after Iggy, hitting one the legs on Francis' bed.
They crashed into each other and fell, rapidly losing consciousness. Iggy headbutted Alfie; the last action before they were both out.