From Another
The orange-brown tabby cat purred to herself as she stared out the window. The window was high, and she had full view of the grounds. The cat knew her name – Raja – and she also knew things about some of the students that nobody else did. Raja stared down with green eyes at the frosty ground outside.
Ah, there he was again. One of her children. She had kept a close watch on him when he first came to Hogwarts, but now she knew to leave him be. He was a loner, a raven-haired gothic, who wore nothing but high-necked long-sleeved shirts in dark colours; and, she noted, he was rather attached to a mid-green furred dress robe. He needed solitude. Raja did not know why. She had noticed he was fairly good-looking, by human standards, she thought absently, licking a paw. He had somewhat sharp features: high cheekbones and a long (but not exactly large) nose. And yet he never had any people about him except the occasional younger student that liked to trail him curiously, until they were bluntly told off.
Quick to sting like the bee. But that may one day be his downfall – fortunate the hat put him in Slytherin. It makes him just that much more careful.
The black-robed figure turned slightly and disappeared around the side of the castle, his nose in a book.
How very elegant that one is. And intelligent. Raja alighted gently on the floor. Perhaps he will tell me what is troubling him. After all, I am the Slytherin cat.