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Chapter 6
Wisteria hopped slowly towards the doors of the Great Hall. She felt like a fish out of water as she stared around her, drinking in the chaotic scene in the Great Hall that typically happened at breakfast. Students were starting to gape at her again, waggling their fingers at her. Wisteria closed her eyes tight in exasperation. The idiotic students were making her feel like she was an alien, a mutant. She sent a murderous glare at the students. The chatter subsided greatly. The glare reminded them of Professor Snape's glare. Not for the first time, they wondered at the many similarities Professor Snape and his pet raven shared.
She smirked inwardly as she passed by the amazed students rapidly. She had studied the effect certain expressions would have on humans through Severus, and had found that glaring had the most submissive effect, the most paralyzing effect. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she did not notice that she had already left the Great Hall.
When she was finally aware of the fact, she dismissed it casually. For sitting near the door was a tabby cat with a collar around its neck.
She approached the bird cautiously, not wanting to make any sudden moves, for cats were renowned for their sharp claws which could inflict much injury to the victim. She bobbed her head respectfully in a slight curtsy and said, "Good morning, madam. May I ask who are you?"
The cat fixed her with a basilisk stare, then replied insolently and disdainfully, "My name is Mrs Norris, bird. Can't you see the name on the collar? Or do you need glasses?"
Wisteria was taken aback slightly by the cat's insulting demeanor, but recovered quickly and hissed sibilantly, "You mock me at your peril, cat!"
The words were spat with such force that the cat flinched, but the cat then shot back, "Your owner must be that Snape, that pathetic excuse for a professor. How do I know? Simple. Your feathers are so shiny, it must be because of the grease from that mean old bat's hair."
Wisteria felt her eyes turn red in rage. She stepped forward, and growled, "Those who have foolishly challenged me haven't lived to tell the tale. I mean it!"
The cat licked coolly her paw, remarking, "Try me for size, bird."
Wisteria struck like a bullet. The grin on the stupid cat's face faded quickly as the cat found herself battling for her life. Wisteria's world turned into a red blur, she only concerned herself with one single thing- the cat. Her talons latched onto the cat's face as she madly tore, ripped, clawed- anything that would cause injury and hurt to that hated cat.
Her eyes glinted with the mad light of battle. Her instincts were screaming at her to get away from that cat quick, but her rage was so great, her instincts were bulldozed over. She reared up, for the final strike. The cat was a strong battler, she grudgingly agreed, but completely no match for her, even though she was injured. She buffeted her uninjured wing at the cat, causing the cat to slam into the solid brick walls. The cat slid down, senseless. Blood flowed from the cat's many wounds unceasingly. She licked her few wounds briefly, then stalked out, head held high.
The whole gruesome battle had been witnessed by the students who were crowding around. A deathly hush fell on them all. An animal that was so powerful as to get the better of Mrs Norris was no weakling. By the end of the day, the story, which had spread like wildfire, made students resolve not to do anything remotely mischievous in Snape's or his raven's presence. The battle had convinced the students that they were a pair not to be messed with.
