31. Black
A/N:
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it every chapter?
The castle seemed to have gotten darker, colder, than it had been last year. Students walked with heads down and talking quietly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked quickly, conspiring in low tones.
"Good morning, Headmistress," they muttered as they passed Professor McGonagall and the cat.
They stopped suddenly and turned around in a double take.
-and the cat?
Sure enough, there was a cat, black with long oily hair and cold dark eyes, trotting along beside her, its thick fur billowing around it like a cloak.
They turned to stare at each other.
"Since when has McGonagall had a cat?"
