A/N: I believe I'm supposed to have 50 up today...
Word Count: 211
Drabble Forty-Eight: Box
It was a perfectly normal, sunny day. Oh, the birds were chirping and twittering whilst Hermione bustled around her flat doing the most whimsical of tasks: cleaning. Yup. Definitely the best task ever to do on a Saturday. Ah, sarcasm.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud chime of the doorbell.
"Coming!" she called, putting away the silverware in the correct places and bustling over to the door. Hermione swept open the bland white-washed door to find- no one. There wan't a person there, but instead, a box sat on her doorstep. It was quite a plain box: just a regular, stereotypical, unbranded, brown cardboard box.
Hermione picked up the box hesitantly. She estimated the box to be about two and a half by three feet in width, and the height about two or so feet.
"I don't think I ordered anything..." Hermione murmured. That's when she heard it. An impossibly quiet mew, as soft as a sucking lamb was emitted from the box.
"Oh, my..." she gasped, ushering the box inside and quickly removing the tape that restricted the opening.
"Mew?"
It was a cute, calico kitten, staring up at her happily, her head cocked to the side innocently. Surprises always came in cardboard boxes. Huh.
