A/N: Here's some more... bon appetit or whatever it is (I don't take
French!)... eh.... Enjoy anyway!!
"We're moving, Crookshanks."
I listened to this pronouncement in shock. I understood that she didn't want to be surrounded by the memories, but still...
It was about two months, and the children had yet to be found. Mostly everyone had given up hope - it wasn't as if they could make it on their own!-and I think it was weighing on Lyria pretty heavily.
There wasn't time for "Lyria, can we discuss this like two reasonable adults?" In fact, there wasn't even time for, "Lyria, can we discuss this like a confused little kitty and a mentally unstable Auror?"
She packed up the things she didn't need that night. Most of it consisted of a box of old letters from Sirius, her Hogwarts things - the memories she simply couldn't force herself to part with. Anyway, she brought those to the new flat (which was some ways away) that night, along with most of her robes. We'd stay in the flat until the weekend when she could move the furniture.
The next night, Dell came over around six. "We're going out."
"Dell, I have a lot of packing and other things to do today," Lyria said patiently.
"Oh well!" Dell grabbed her friend by the wrist and dragged her out of the flat.
I decided to take a nap. They'd likely be out late...
I woke up to the smell of smoke. Something was burning... OH NO! The old lady next door had probably left the stove on or something! Hurriedly, I ran to Lyria's open bedroom window and clawed my way out to get to safety.
The building went up in flames while Lyria was out that night.
I wandered away from the ashes sadly. How was I supposed to find Lyria?
Short answer: I wasn't. Perhaps I could get to Diagon Alley...? She'd have to go there sometime.
I set off.
I made it in the early morning and fell asleep in a pile of rubbish in no time. It wasn't soft or comfortable, but it would have to do for now...
Something picked me up. I hissed and tried to scratch it.
"Calm down! It's alright, you're safe. We'll get you inside and cleaned up," a voice told me. "Have you got a name?"
I sighed. It would do until I found Lyria, I supposed.
"Why, look how bowlegged you are! I think I'll call you... Crookshanks."
GOOD LORD! What were the chances of getting a horrible name twice? Fate hates me.
The woman, it turned out, was the owner of the Magical Menagerie, and wanted to sell me. Sell me!! I had an owner, thank you. She was just... well... missing. I'd lost her. Yes, that was all...
I told myself that for the first few months.
I settled into the routine around there again before long, and kept hoping that I'd see Lyria walk by someday and I'd be able to just slip out and meet her. Maybe she'd even found the babies...
Eventually, I gave up.
Back to "Please, Mummy, not him."
"We're moving, Crookshanks."
I listened to this pronouncement in shock. I understood that she didn't want to be surrounded by the memories, but still...
It was about two months, and the children had yet to be found. Mostly everyone had given up hope - it wasn't as if they could make it on their own!-and I think it was weighing on Lyria pretty heavily.
There wasn't time for "Lyria, can we discuss this like two reasonable adults?" In fact, there wasn't even time for, "Lyria, can we discuss this like a confused little kitty and a mentally unstable Auror?"
She packed up the things she didn't need that night. Most of it consisted of a box of old letters from Sirius, her Hogwarts things - the memories she simply couldn't force herself to part with. Anyway, she brought those to the new flat (which was some ways away) that night, along with most of her robes. We'd stay in the flat until the weekend when she could move the furniture.
The next night, Dell came over around six. "We're going out."
"Dell, I have a lot of packing and other things to do today," Lyria said patiently.
"Oh well!" Dell grabbed her friend by the wrist and dragged her out of the flat.
I decided to take a nap. They'd likely be out late...
I woke up to the smell of smoke. Something was burning... OH NO! The old lady next door had probably left the stove on or something! Hurriedly, I ran to Lyria's open bedroom window and clawed my way out to get to safety.
The building went up in flames while Lyria was out that night.
I wandered away from the ashes sadly. How was I supposed to find Lyria?
Short answer: I wasn't. Perhaps I could get to Diagon Alley...? She'd have to go there sometime.
I set off.
I made it in the early morning and fell asleep in a pile of rubbish in no time. It wasn't soft or comfortable, but it would have to do for now...
Something picked me up. I hissed and tried to scratch it.
"Calm down! It's alright, you're safe. We'll get you inside and cleaned up," a voice told me. "Have you got a name?"
I sighed. It would do until I found Lyria, I supposed.
"Why, look how bowlegged you are! I think I'll call you... Crookshanks."
GOOD LORD! What were the chances of getting a horrible name twice? Fate hates me.
The woman, it turned out, was the owner of the Magical Menagerie, and wanted to sell me. Sell me!! I had an owner, thank you. She was just... well... missing. I'd lost her. Yes, that was all...
I told myself that for the first few months.
I settled into the routine around there again before long, and kept hoping that I'd see Lyria walk by someday and I'd be able to just slip out and meet her. Maybe she'd even found the babies...
Eventually, I gave up.
Back to "Please, Mummy, not him."