Chapter 7: the castle
Belle walked up to a dark lonely castle with her orange bottle-brush tail cat, Crookshanks.
Inside the castle, there were voices.
"Oh, look," said someone in smooth french. "Cogsworth, it's a girl!"
"I can see that, Lumiere, you blithering idiot."
Belle stopped. "Who's there?"
Lumiere and Cogsworth came out of the light.
"It is I, Lumiere, and his best friend, Cogsworth."
There was a huge shadow looming behind Lumiere and Cogsworth. In a form of a beast.
"Who are you?" he boomed.
Belle thought the voice was oddly familiar. It had seemed to have got more gruff. He had emerald green eyes and his voice sounded like-
"Harry!" whispered Belle, voicing her thought. She could imagine Harry standing there, with his glasses and lightning scar, hugging her, like the old times.
Cogsworth nudged Belle. "Oh, I'm Belle. This is my cat, Crookshanks. You are...?
"I don't have one." he said sullenly.
"Oh. Not Barny. Not Harry. Barry?"
"Barry accepted," he laughed. "Crookshanks... that's a name I haven't heard for years."
