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Hermione peeked over the edge of her hardback book that she was currently curled up with on the living room couch and watched as Harry recapped a small plastic vial of some dried green herb, and begin to squish a mesh and cellophane ball of alternating silver and metallic baby blue. Probably catnip, Hermione thought as she watched Harry inspect the mesh of the ball and nodded to himself; happy with the amount of catnip caught in the mesh. Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a spell that caused the ball to glow for a brief second. Settling back, Harry dropped the ball at his feet and holding his wand in a loose grip began waving it back and forth. Hermione watched as the ball began a slow, lazy path towards the center of the living room carpet. The ball's path was lackadaisical and vaguely reminded Hermione of a butterfly's flight pattern.
Giving a mental shrug, Hermione turned back to her book, thoroughly enjoying her choice for her light reading, Neil Gaiman's Stardust and getting lost in that world for a little while longer. Or, that had been the plan before a quick movement from the smallest corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head, Hermione looked at the spot that she could have sworn had just had a flicker of movement. There was nothing there, just the shadows cast in the corner by the aralia her mother had gifted her and Neville had eyed every time he visited. Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at the shadows. Nothing. He must have been moving. Hermione dismissed the incident and turned back to her book, managing to just get into the flow of the story when she was disturbed yet again. This time by Harry.
"Target sighted."
Hermione looked up at the muttering, looking straight at Harry's face. His eyes were trained on the small gap between the entertainment center and the bookcase to the left of it across from the couch. Looking at the same spot as Harry, she saw what he was watching and… apparently narrating.
"Assuming position."
Harry's kitten, Bats, had just crouched down his eyes blown wide and trained on the mesh and cellophane ball, his head moving just the tiniest bit following the path of the ball.
"Commence butt wiggle…aaaaannnnnnd…..AAATTTAAACCKKK!"
As the ball rolled past the entertainment center, Bats burst into movement, running after the ball. With one quick jump he trapped the ball beneath him and immediately bit down, rolling to his side so that his back paws could kick at it, attempting to tear it apart with his back claws. Harry tightened his grip on his wand, gave one quick jerk that had the ball ripping itself from Bats' grasp, and began moving the ball in rapid, erratic movements that had Bats give chase instantly.
Hermione watched on in amusement as Harry moved the ball back and forth, in circles, figure eights, and bouncing it up and down just out of the kitten's reach. Bats only got close enough to just miss it, stumble and bolt off after his new toy as it shot off in a new direction. Harry continued to laugh and smile as he narrated Bats' chase.
"Accio muggle camera," Hermione quietly whispered. Once her camera landed in her hand Hermione discreetly turned it on, switching the camera to video she angled it around her book to get a nice view of Harry and his bright and happy smile. After a full thirty seconds of recording Harry, Hermione turned the camera to follow Bats as he continued his chase for the ball all across the living room. This was going to make a wonderful story to share with their friends and great blackmail material in regards to certain individuals they knew.