A/N: Sorry this one's a bit short, but if I put it with the next chapter it would make it too long.
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters, I don't own fruit, cat food, letter magnets, Menorca, Sicily or Milton Keynes. I do, however, own the Lucado family, plus Bagheera.
Draco had better work out I'm me soon, or I will hunt him down and scratch out his eyes, Ginny thought, stalking up and down the hall angrily. She had been counting the hours since she had arrived in the home of the maniac cat, and they totalled eleven. I am so totally sick of Bagheera. And Abbie. Three times the little girl had tried to carry Ginny through the house, holding her uncomfortably by the stomach until her mother stopped her. Ginny might have thrown up each time if she had actually eaten anything. She was starting to get a hunger headache; she had not eaten since six the previous evening, and it was now... well she couldn't actually see any clocks from her current view-point of a foot from the floor, but it was definitely late at night.
She was starving. The cat-food in the kitchen repulsed her human side, and the fruit that was attainable from the dining room table repulsed her cat side. She was going to have to eat something soon. She weighed up the reasons for not eating. The cat part of her would not eat fruit. Her teeth were too small. Her mouth was the wrong shape for the apples, it was like a small dog trying to pick up a beachball. She couldn't get through the banana peels, and the skins tasted even more horrible to her sharp cat senses. Even as a human, the only way she could eat kiwi fruits was with a spoon, so what chance did she have as a cat? Oranges had the combined problems of apples and bananas. Those were the only fruits in the bowl.
However, the human part of her would not eat meat simply because she was a vegetarian. Maybe she could overcome that, if only to prevent herself starving. She wandered through to the kitchen; the doors were all left open at night for the cats to roam as they pleased, and Ginny was grateful for this.
The food bowls loomed ahead of her like headlamps with no light. Bagheera had eaten some of the food already, but there was still at least a third of the bowl left. Ginny forced herself to stand at the dish and at least smell the food.
It smelt good. She was so hungry, she could have just wolfed the whole lot down in half a minute, but she still found it disgusting. Cold pieces of half-cooked meat in some kind of jelly stuff. Who thinks up these mixtures? she thought. Bleuch. Looks horrible.
But, I gotta eat it.
Ginny closed her eyes and gingerly picked up a bit of meat between her tiny sharp teeth. She didn't know how she was going to get it past her teeth without gagging, but her cat instincts seemed to take over and somehow she was already chewing it. The meaty mush slid down her throat and she shuddered, hairs standing up all over her body. Standing still for a second or two, she considered the taste in her mouth. It's not that bad. She tried another piece. That went down the same way, but it definitely tasted nicer that time. In fact, the more she ate, the more she got used to it, and the nicer it tasted.
She looked down at the empty bowl. Maybe cat food was something she could put up with. At least until Draco found her. Until then, she had to find a way of letting her new owners know who she was.
Ginny looked around, night-vision allowing her to see perfectly around the unlit kitchen. Anything to do with words... a pen and pad maybe. A wand left lying. She looked up at the fridge, several feet above her head, totally unattainable. It was adorned with magnets, many of them souvenirs from such exotic places as Menorca and Sicily and Milton Keynes. The large souvenir magnets were surrounded by smaller magnets of various colours and shapes. Looking closer, Ginny saw that they were letters.
Of course, letter magnets! The one useful thing Muggles came up with! If only I could reach them...