A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club March
Just my Luck-4 - Write about someone fighting with an animal/someone else's pet.
Showtime: 16 - Beggin' – (dialogue) "I need you to understand."
Word Count: 344
"You ate my plants," Neville stated, looking at the large furball in front of him. Crookshanks merely continued to clean his paws.
"Hermione has told you not to eat my plants. You listen to her! Why did you eat my plants?"
"Mew?" Crookshanks asked, pretending to ignore Neville. Neville sighed. When him and Hermione had moved in together, she had promised she could keep her kneazle cat from eating Neville's plants. Apparently they'd both underestimated the determination the creature had to eat the plants.
"They don't taste good. They're bitter. Don't tell me they're not. I know what they taste like, even to a cat like you. It says right here, 'cats do not like the taste of bitterblue because of how bitter it is'," Neville read. He held the book out to Crookshanks to see. "I need you to understand that these plants are important! Some potions use them as ingredients. And this book says cats don't like these plants," he stated.
"See! Right here," he said, pointing to the passage he had just read. Crookshanks sniffed the book and then rubbed against it. Neville sighed. He had no idea why he was trying to reason with a cat.
"So are you going to stop eating my plants?" he asked. Crookshanks yawned, showing off his fangs.
"Yes, you have very nice fangs, but they're for eating food, not my plants," Neville stated. Crookshanks ignored Neville and started licking his tail.
"Does this mean you'll stop?" Neville asked. Crooks raised his head.
"Reoww?" he mewed before standing up and wandering off. Neville watched the cat leave. Hopefully this time, Crookshanks would listen to him.
Neville moved the watering can into the window. He reached over and pulled the curtain back. The once healthy plant he'd been cultivating was now drooping. He picked up one of the limp leaves and sighed. There were fang marks in the leafy green flesh.
"Crookshanks!" he yelled, wondering if Hermione would help him build a green house in their back yard... one that the darn cat couldn't get into.
