Disclaimer: Hogwarts' cats also belong to J.K. Rowling.
And folk tales belong to humanity.
Slytherins had a transfiguration lesson.
- Miss Bullstrode, you are not paying attention.
"Sorry, Professor," answered nearly sobbing girl, "I just ... can't concentrate."
- Are you unwell? Maybe you'd better go to the Hospital wing?
"No," the girl said with visible embarrassment, "it's just ... Maniver died yesterday."
"Her cat." someone clarified.
McGonagall's face changed.
"Miss Bullstrode, please come here." she called softly.
When the girl came to her desk, McGonagall whispered to her: "How old was Maniver?"
"Nine years. And he was so handsome." The girl took a photograph out of her pocket and showed it to the teacher.
"Then I'm the Queen of the Cats!" exclaimed McGonagall.
With one smooth movement she turned into a cat and rushed out of classroom, never to be seen again.
. . . . . THE END . . . . .
Did you notice that 'Maniver' is an anagram of 'Minerva'?
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