HP Rowling
OC Amelia Crowe
I don't own the cat - he's just living at the cattery where I work. (But i wants him; he is so grumpy but he likes me and is cute:3)
Trelawney was merrily strolling down the corridor when she stopped. She turned face down in horror at the creature at her feet. The cherry bottle tipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. The creature leapt back snarling.
"Death!" shrieked Trelawney. Raising a spindly finger at the form. "The omen of death is upon us!"
Some nearby students sniggered, causing Trelawney to whirl around wildly. She eyed them with huge bespectacled orbs. "YOU will not be laughing when Death comes HERE," she whispered in her most ominous voice. The students were all laughing now, some in tears. With a final "Hmmmpf" she stomped drunkenly off to the divination tower.
The students attention turned back to the cat still hissing in the centre of hallway. "Pah! Get out of here you horrid thing!"
"Your worse than Mrs. Norris!" they called, sending it tearing down the corridor from an assail of curses.
Eventually the corridors emptied as the students filled their classes. The cat slowed to a sunny spot in front of the clock face of the tower to wash.
It ears pricked at the sound of footsteps.
"'eh there fellow." The woman crouched slowly as she saw the cat about to flee. Cautiously, he edged towards her. "That's a good fellow," Crowe murmured, as he sniffed her hand. His fur was thick and warm from sitting in the sun. He nudged her hand and purred.
"He doesn't generally take to people."
"Morning Mr. Snape," Crowe replied, not looking up. She'd known he'd been watching for a while now. Her colleague knelt beside her and scratched the cat's ear. "I don't think 'e likes children too much."
"They're far too noisy for his liking. And not particularly pleasant creatures. Still," said Snape, "His disposition is rather wanting. He doesn't help himself in that manner."
"No," Crowe murmured, "but I think that's part of his charm."
Snape rested his hands on his thighs and sighed. Pushing down he stood.
Crowe picked up the cat who spat in protest. She smoothed his dark fur. "Here," she handed the cat to Snape.
He held the cat against him as they watched her leave. Snape sighed. He winced slightly as it clawed its way up his robes and onto his shoulder. It perched there like a fox stole; draped around the Potion Master's neck.
Snape rolled his eyes.
Bloody cat.
I can't find a story where Snape has a cat, so I wrote one. Hah, THERE! Everyone hands him Sirius or a dog... Snape is, hands down, a cat person. For anyone who cares, the cat is called Tom. Would anyone want/read more oneshots like this, about Crowe, Snape and Tom? I promise, Tom will not be animagi.