 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Mark knew only a little bit about this Professor from his Father's time at Hogwarts....something about a Baby Dragon, or a Dragon Lady. That didn't matter. What mattered now was the lesson at hand.
Mark came into the area looking around at all the other students holding cats or kneazles or some cross-breed of the two maybe? He didn't have any of those. If he could of he'd have transfigured Tank to be a cat but his Big Beetle was being oddly uncooperative this morning worrying him a bit. So so the Teenage Ravenclaw moved toward a hay-bale and took a seat sitting beside Carys nodding toward the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. "Afternoon, Professor Williamson" he spoke as one cat suddenly hopped up beside him and began to paw at him as if he wasn't fed. If Mark knew one thing about Cats it's that they were in fact fed.
He gently lifted the cat up and looked at it. It was a Fluffy Golden Orange colored cat...."Uh hello Roger?" Sounded like a good enough name to him. Was this cat even male? |