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[butter_mello]

Mitsie carried some sort of dead lake creature under my bed the night before. I don't even know what it was. It looks like a cross breed of something. Part of me wants to ask Hagrid, but I've already disposed of it. Mitsie was certainly pleased with herself. I apologize to the sixth year Ravenclaw girls for the smell. I took away her little ball of

Comments

[pullmemax]

You're pet is vicious. It should be disposed of. What kind of person lets their pet kill innocent lake creatures?

[butter_mello]

Whatever kind they may be, I am not one of them because I did not let her do anything.

She is sneaky.

[pullmemax]

So, you are easily outwitted by a cat.

How very interesting.

[butter_mello]

Touché.

[golly_crab]

maybe mitsie would like to meet my fist

[butter_mello]

Oh, such a big man beating up on cats.

[drawingdean]

Makes me rather glad I don't have a cat! The Gryffindor Boys dormitory's bad enough what with Horace around.

[butter_mello]

Dean, he might read this!

[batbogey_queen]

Awww... Can I meet Mitsie?

[butter_mello]

Certainly. (: She's ignoring me now, though.

[batbogey_queen]

Oh, that's too bad! When she's feeling more social, maybe you could bring her to Gryffindor Tower? I bet her and Crookshanks would get along well.

[butter_mello]

I hope so. It will be quite a test. Mitsie has no social skills. But it is a lovely idea!