AN: Don't judge me for this chapter. You all asked for an update, so I obliged. My weird mind knows no bounds.

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Scorpius' POV:

Why am I such an idiot? I fucked up. I fucked up majorly.

And it's not even that I really wanted to ruin Rose's date. I didn't. I just…. I just what? What can I say? I messed up Rose's date with Thomas and now, if by some miracle we were to get together, she'd hate me.

I was now heading along the path to the Shrieking Shack. I was completely alone on this shady and rather creepy path (that pretty much sums up the rest of my romantic life right there. Alone, shady, and creepy. I should be a Public Service Announcement: "Don't fuck up, kids, or you could end up like this guy, right here!" )

God, I'm pathetic. I'm overreacting. I won't end up alone (or shady and creepy for that matter, but looking at my Grandfather on my dad's side… Ugh…)

No. I'll be proactive about this. I'll be optimistic. I will get over this.

I was now standing in front of the Shrieking Shack's front gate. It was early autumn, so it was brisk and chilly out. I had to draw my jacket closer to me to keep warm as a breeze rolled in. I was standing there alone, looking at the decrepit ruin of a legendarily haunted house, as a cold wind blew through, rattling the deadened tree branches and stirring the crunchy, fallen leaves when all of the sudden something bumped into my leg.

I shouted, loudly, and fell backwards on a pile of leaves. My heart was pounding in my chest as I scanned around me for the rooting zombie or shark or Tyrannosaurus Rex or whatever the fuck I was going to have to fight to the death.

And all I saw was a cat. Or, to be specific, a kitten.

The last vestiges of my Manhood have officially left me.

The tiny, little kitten looked up at me and let out the weirdest fucking yowl I have ever heard before jumping onto my chest and laying down.

I looked at it, and it stared back, before I realized that I was laying in autumn leaves with a cat purring on my chest.

Oh, my god. I am never, ever telling anyone this. Ever.

I scooped up the cat in one hand and lifted it off of me before pushing myself up and standing. I was still holding the cat (who was purring loudly) as I brushed crumbled leaves of my backside.

I kind of examined the cat for fleas and shit, because, you know, the thing had been laying on me. I didn't want to explain why I suddenly acquired bloodsucking bugs along with my shattered dignity.

The cat was really small, like, it was small enough to fit in my coat pocket, small. It just barely hung over my finger tips in the hand I was holding it in. It was also pure white, with huge greenish eyes and one black tipped paw. I had no clue who it belonged to or where the hell it came from.

I started off back down the road, yowling cat in hand, towards town. I was taking this damn cat to the pet store there and letting it be their problem.

As I drew nearer to the more popular part of Hogsmeade, I gained more and more stares as I went. Like these people hadn't seen weirder than a pissed off and shamed guy holding a noisy cat and walking quickly down the street. We went to a fucking magic school, for God's sake. Damn.

When I reached the pet store, I sped up and practically ran inside. It was located right across from the Three Broomsticks, better known as the most popular place in this God damn village. I really didn't need to loose anymore street cred by being seen with an 'adorable little kitten'.

"Hello! Can I help you?" an overly cheerful voice called as I reached the counter. I deposited the Cat in the counter and looked for the person who had spoken.

"Uh, yeah. I, uh, found a cat?" I called uncertainly. A few seconds later a rather short and flightly-looking woman walked from a back room with an owl on her shoulder. The owl was rather scary. It was a normal looking owl, but it had a fiercely predatory look to it. It seemed to scan me, before snapping its head to the side to stare hungrily at some terrified mice.

"Oh! Isn't this little guy just the cutest!" The woman, who's name plate read 'Juniper' gushed, scooping up the Cat. The cat started protesting, crying angrily and fighting to be let go. Juniper set the cat back on the counter, and it darted towards me, leaning against my forearm, which was on the counter.

"Yeah, adorable. Is it yours?" I asked briskly, wanting nothing more than to leave this place. Juniper looked up at me, and my first reaction was to cringe back in shock. She had long, plain brown hair, twisted back with what looked like a rib. An actual rib bone. If that wasn't weird enough, her face was what really added to her over all…look. Juniper had a huge nose, was missing a front tooth, and had a rather grotesque mole sprouting hairs on her chin. But her eyes. Oh my fucking god, her eyes freaked the shit out of me. One was an oddly feral amber color. The other, which pointed off to the side, was a bright yellowy color. I looked over her head and took deep breaths as she spoke.

"Oh, no dear. We haven't had a cat give birth in quite some time. No this one was born about a month and a half ago. She's a rare breed. Rather intelligent. Won't grow to be bigger than your forearm, wrist to elbow." Juniper said knowledgeably.

"Oh. Great. So it's a girl. Wonderful. So… are you.. cool with taking.. her?" I asked awkwardly, not wanting to look directly at Juniper.

"Oh!" Her tone startled me enough that I looked at her. And just in time, too. The owl perched on her shoulder had turned its attention to the cat and was glaring hungrily at her. I scooped the cat up and clutched her protectively to my chest. Juniper was unfazed. "Well, I guess I could. She'll probably sell to one of the third year girls." Juniper was looking around the store, now, completely oblivious to the three way stare down going on between me, the cat, and the owl.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I'll be keeping her, thanks." I said rudely, before turning on my heel and slamming through the door.

I don't know why I did it. I wasn't a pet person. I didn't even have an owl. But I couldn't let the cat stay there. Psycho Juniper and the demon owl were reason enough. So here I was. Standing back on Main Street, holding a noisy cat. I started off down towards the Quidditch supply store. It was getting colder as the day went on, and the cat- I mean, my cat- was shivering. I stopped and looked down at her, in my hand, her little paws dangling and her fuzzy tail wrapping around my arm as much as it could. She looked up at me with those gigantic green eyes. It was a pleading look, like "Help me, you shrewd bastard". I thought for a minute before opening my jacket and sticking her in the inside pocket there. I felt the cat move a bit in the pocket against my chest before settling. I was about to head into the Quidditch supply store when I heard someone shouting my name. I spun around and saw a pissed off Al and a slightly less pissed looking Victrola next to him.

"What the FUCK, Scorp! I agreed to spy in my cousin, not end up with Vic!" Al shouted. Victrola stopped short and looked up at Al.

"Hey. Don't be an ass." She simpered, looking slightly affronted.

Al rolled his eyes and glared at me again. "What happened, Scorp?" He asked, looking really pissed, and slightly curious at the same time. I threw my arms up and felt the cat (which I'd momentarily forgotten about) jostle about, a bit. She started yowling loudly. Vic and Al looked at each other before staring at me, shocked.

"Scorpius, is your coat meowing?" Victrola asked slowly. I looked at the ground and mumbled, "No."

The cat was still meowing in my pocket at this point, so my denials were of no use.

Victrola reached up and opened my coat. We all looked at the inside breast pocket to see a tiny pure white head with one black paw and one white paw hanging over the rim, meowing contentedly.

"Why is there a cat in your pocket?" Al asked in disbelief.

"Because I felt like it!" I shouted stupidly before storming off towards the school. I stopped and turned to look at them. "Can one of you go to the pet store? I forgot food, and the crazy owl lady freaks me out." I said before turning back around, ignoring my two closest friends worrying over my sanity.

AN: Yeah...Don't know what this was about.

I'm tired.

G'night!

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