Chapter 4
I can't believe I lost a bet to Pansy," Sharon whined.
"I still can't believe you got me into this mess, I mean come on she's the one that mixed the potion, of course she's going to know how others are to react to it."
"Though it was funny when those four Gryfindors came and wiped that grin off her face."
"Yeah that blonde was cute, too bad he was a Gryfindor, and it made your defeat less complete."
"That was so nice of you to point out. You're supposed to be an angel."
" Hey I've never heard any story book princess talk like you do."
"Yeah, well shut up. Let's go back to our dorm rooms, I'm sure your cat needs feeding."
The two left the common room, and went up the winding stairs that lead to their dormitories. Sharon walked to the door, but never made it into the room. She was knocked down by a large white and brown cat like creature.
"Get off me you stupid cat," Sharon said.
He leaped off of Sharon looking at her indignantly. Renee walked into the room, and the cat ran up to her. It began to weave in and out of her legs, rubbing against them. In the process of doing that it tripped her, and she fell flat on her face. Unfortunately since the floor was not equipped with a nice soft plush floor, Renee sat up rubbing the rapidly forming red mark on her face.
"Tristian! Be careful!" Renee scolded.
""You know I think he's trying to kiss up. I think he's hungry, maybe we can feed him Draco Malfoy!"
"No, all the boned wouldn't be good for him. Speaking of not good, your bird looks ill."
"You know Bob doesn't like being called a bird, just like Tristian doesn't like being called a cat."
"Yeah, for some reason Tristian is really proud of his kneazle heritage. I wonder why," Renee said shrugging.
"But you're right, he has been looking down lately, I guess it's just his time to move on," Sharon replied sighing a bit, "Yes, Bob it is your time."
As if to punctuate her statement, Bob burst into flames. Renee shuddered a bit, she hated it when Bob did that, I mean sure it was cool the first few times, but after a while it got disturbing. In it's place there was a a pile of gray and black ashes, and a small baby phoenix came from it.
"Be nice, all animals die. Bob just can't stay dead," Sharon said.
"I don't know which is uglier; Bob on burning day or seeing him be reborn," Renee said.
"You should be honored. Most people go their whole lives without seeing a phoenix die... Sort of," Sharon said.
In response Renee glared at the bird who was frolicking in his ashes.
"So does the thought of exploding make you sick?"
"What?"
"Come on I see the way you look when he explodes."
"Doesn't the thought of a living breathing animal going BOOM!!! Bug you at all?"
Sharon looked at Renee innocently.
"No, Why would it?"
"Unlike you I didn't have birds going KABOOM at odd times of the day in my house hold."
"There were only two phoenixes in the house, and it's not my fault my mom works with all sorts of exotic creatures."
Renee glared, and then smiled a bit evilly. "But my dad is...."
"Shut up. Just shut up."
I can't believe I lost a bet to Pansy," Sharon whined.
"I still can't believe you got me into this mess, I mean come on she's the one that mixed the potion, of course she's going to know how others are to react to it."
"Though it was funny when those four Gryfindors came and wiped that grin off her face."
"Yeah that blonde was cute, too bad he was a Gryfindor, and it made your defeat less complete."
"That was so nice of you to point out. You're supposed to be an angel."
" Hey I've never heard any story book princess talk like you do."
"Yeah, well shut up. Let's go back to our dorm rooms, I'm sure your cat needs feeding."
The two left the common room, and went up the winding stairs that lead to their dormitories. Sharon walked to the door, but never made it into the room. She was knocked down by a large white and brown cat like creature.
"Get off me you stupid cat," Sharon said.
He leaped off of Sharon looking at her indignantly. Renee walked into the room, and the cat ran up to her. It began to weave in and out of her legs, rubbing against them. In the process of doing that it tripped her, and she fell flat on her face. Unfortunately since the floor was not equipped with a nice soft plush floor, Renee sat up rubbing the rapidly forming red mark on her face.
"Tristian! Be careful!" Renee scolded.
""You know I think he's trying to kiss up. I think he's hungry, maybe we can feed him Draco Malfoy!"
"No, all the boned wouldn't be good for him. Speaking of not good, your bird looks ill."
"You know Bob doesn't like being called a bird, just like Tristian doesn't like being called a cat."
"Yeah, for some reason Tristian is really proud of his kneazle heritage. I wonder why," Renee said shrugging.
"But you're right, he has been looking down lately, I guess it's just his time to move on," Sharon replied sighing a bit, "Yes, Bob it is your time."
As if to punctuate her statement, Bob burst into flames. Renee shuddered a bit, she hated it when Bob did that, I mean sure it was cool the first few times, but after a while it got disturbing. In it's place there was a a pile of gray and black ashes, and a small baby phoenix came from it.
"Be nice, all animals die. Bob just can't stay dead," Sharon said.
"I don't know which is uglier; Bob on burning day or seeing him be reborn," Renee said.
"You should be honored. Most people go their whole lives without seeing a phoenix die... Sort of," Sharon said.
In response Renee glared at the bird who was frolicking in his ashes.
"So does the thought of exploding make you sick?"
"What?"
"Come on I see the way you look when he explodes."
"Doesn't the thought of a living breathing animal going BOOM!!! Bug you at all?"
Sharon looked at Renee innocently.
"No, Why would it?"
"Unlike you I didn't have birds going KABOOM at odd times of the day in my house hold."
"There were only two phoenixes in the house, and it's not my fault my mom works with all sorts of exotic creatures."
Renee glared, and then smiled a bit evilly. "But my dad is...."
"Shut up. Just shut up."