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For the Advanced Potion–Making Challenge: What happened to Crookshanks while Harry, Ron and Hermione were on the run? / whimsical, effect, luck / The Standard Book of Spells
For the Minor Character Boot Camp – Crookshanks
June Event: Female Character Appreciation Month – Molly Weasley / Medium
The purr of a cat could be heard on the kitchen of the Burrow. A ginger half-kneazle lied perched on top of a seat meanwhile Molly Weasley cleaned the house.
Crookshanks, the name of said animal, stirred and stretched while it yawned and made another purr sound, perhaps as if to say it was bored.
Molly didn't really know what to do with the half-kneazle. It was Hermione's, but she had left with Harry and Ron and left the poor animal behind. She probably forgot it in the midst of the wedding and the attack, so Molly didn't really blame her.
She had to keep the cat, or whatever it was, but that didn't mean that she liked it. Molly didn't like it, per se, she hate it. Molly had found the damn cat on the stairs, and because of it she almost stumbled down of them. She had found him in her mini-library, where he had been tearing her favourite edition of 'The Standard Book of Spells'.
"That stupid cat!" was all she could say before Ginny had taken the cat up to her room, probably to make it sleep or calm it. Molly didn't clean Ginny's room that day.
The animal maintained its whimsical nature as it was away from its owner, and continued to break things, or really just piss on them, and Molly was now having troubles controlling her temper.
Molly had been told to calm down by everyone who passed by the Burrow.
"Mollywobbles, calm down," Arthur had said.
"Mum! Wow! Calm down. It's just a bloody cat– Oh, Merlin! It bit me!" Bill had said.
"Seriously mum, if you can control us, you really can just keep a cat alive, or really, you just have to make sure it doesn't escape." Fred and George had said.
"Mother! Seriously, if just the cat has that effect on you, I can't imagine if it was anything else!" Ginny had exclaimed.
The most reasonable one had been Ginny. Now that she's come to think of it, Ginny was the only other girl, so she would know how it felt or think similar to her.
Also, the cat had bloody good luck when it came to 'cat sacrifices', also known as Molly's hilarious attempts to get rid of the bloody cat. Whenever she would try to kill the stupid thing, it would jump and run the other way and Molly wouldn't see it for about another week.
She wondered as to where the cat would go, but she didn't care, she just wanted it out of the house.
It didn't help that whenever the twins came by, the cat would most likely jump to them and sleep. The cat liked the twins but not her. What has the world become?
Molly needed to see her children, she needed to have them back at her home and not running around killing some things that old goat had told them. They needed to be safe, but all she got back was a ginger half-kneazle who hated everyone except her owner, a dead man, and a set of mischievous twins.
Well, at least the cat ate all of the rats.