A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #3 Psychology and counselling - Task #3:Write about a character honoring/celebrating an important day to them. (Restriction: not a holiday)
Writing Club February
Disney Challenge: 1. The Walrus And The Carpenter: Write about someone telling a story.
Trope of the Month: 8- Word: Trapped
Elizabeth's Empire - 3. (restriction) only female characters
Lizzy's Loft: 13 - But we know we're not alone anymore
Marvel Appreciation: 7- [Characteristic] Scared
Word Count: 619
"No, you have to wear the hat," my witch stated. I whined. I hated having things on my head. I hated how she always put things on my head. Cats are not supposed to wear hats. Not unless we want to, of course. I did not want to. I hissed at her. She laughed.
"Silly kitty! You need to wear a hat because it's a party. We always wear hats at parties and this one is really, really special," she said. I yawned, showing off my fangs. She ignored me. The hat was now on my head. I reached up with a paw to try and knock it off, but it just came right back.
I should probably introduce myself. I am Princess Floofy and my witch is called Gemina Bones – Abbott. The party she is referring to is the party to celebrate her adoption day. The day she was rescued. I was not present that day, having not been born yet. However, to her it is apparently a big occasion. I do not know what happened to my witch before I entered her life, but I am certain it was terrible. She had nightmares where I have to curl against her and purr to calm her. She's quite skittish sometimes and I must be the brave one.
I remember my adoption day. The day a nice witch by the name of Susan walked into the Magical Menagerie and picked me from my littermates. I was scared at first. I mean, I was put in a basket with a locking lid! I was trapped. I was bounced, but then a nice voice kept saying it would be alright. That Gemina would love me. I never questioned who Gemina was. I didn't care. I mean, I'm a cat, what do I care about some random name?
Turned out, I should have. Gemina was a little girl. She was to be my little girl! When my basket was set down and unlocked, I poked my nose out. There was a child sitting against the wall watching me. I watched her back. She didn't appear to be a threat.
"Kitty?" she whispered. I walked over to her.
My eyes met hers. I could see everything in them. I could see the fear, the pain. She had had a hard life. She reached for me and I allowed her to touch me. That one little touch was the beginning of everything. Over time, I learned Gemina's story, learned how she was thrown from her family and adopted, same as me into this one.
"Now, Princess! Don't you look adorable in your hat? C'mon, Mummy said she was making cupcakes for the party. Let's see if we can filch some icing, or a cake beforehand?" she suggested. I perked up at the mention of cake. Gemina's mum, Hannah was a good baker.
We slipped into the kitchen. Susan was sitting at the table. Gemina nodded towards the plate of cupcakes.
"Hi, Mum! Princess and I are official taste testers for the party!" she announced. Susan laughed and shook her head.
"No, no you're not getting one before the party, Gemina. Why is Princess wearing a hat?'
"Because, it's a party!" Gemina stated. "And we wear hats for parties. Is Lily coming? I asked her at school, and she said she'd talk to her parents and they would talk to you," Gemina rattled on. I slipped under the table, jumped on the counter, and knocked a single cupcake to the floor. Gemina smiled at me as I batted it under the table. She bent down, picked it up and we both scampered out of the kitchen with our lovely stolen treat.