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[regal_emma]

Who: Emma, Izzie and Sirius
When: September 1st, really late at night
Where: somewhere between the ktichens and the Great Hall
What: Izzie is hungry
Rating: PG

"Alright, alright," she murmured, letting her kitten down.  "I'm trying to get you something to eat.  If you get us caught, no more snacks for you, missy."  The kitten turned and looked at Emma

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[sothis_]

Sirius had wondered if it was too early in the year to find puddings in the kitchens. After thinking about this, and the type of puddings, and then Christmas puddings, he decided that Kitchen Elves were magical anyway, and would proabably conjour up a proper pudding if he asked about it

[regal_emma]

Emma was holding her breath, praying that Izzie would stop that noise when suddenly she was answered. By a human voice. Emma crouched down in the mostly darkness to where Izzie had been and went to pick her up. But the kitten had other ideas. She padded off, passed Emma's waiting hands, wishing to investigate the noise. Curiosity got the cat, after all.

And then Izzie found Sirius. She approached him slowly, sniffling him as she went. When she decided she liked him, for he did have some scent of Remus, James and Peter, she nuzzled up to his leg and mewled approvingly.

Emma, on the other hand, was silently cursing herself. She should have left Izzie in the dorms and come down herself. Releasing a deep breath as silently as she could, Emma eased forward in the darkness, trying to find her kitten.

[sothis_]

It wasn't a cat, it was a transfiguration project. Sirius wondered if it had been one of those powder puffs..or maybe a mitten on it's way to a ball of yarn. Either way, for it made perfect sence to do so, Sirius patted it on its head and picked it up.

Aw, fuck it.

"'ELLO THERE." Sirius said, in a moderately loud voice.

[regal_emma]

Emma jumped about three feet in the air when the voice spoke out. Clutching her chest, she lit her wand, trying to prove to her racing heart that no vampire, or professor, was standing there. The light revealed a handsome, dark haired young man holding Izzie. The kitten decided to lick Sirius' hand. It seemed that the little fuzz ball had taken a liking to him.

"Hi yourself," she breathed. "I see you've found Izzie then." Izzie purred loudly in response. "Flirt," she murmured, mostly to herself and partly to Izzie. That little thing seemed to like all the males she came in contact with. And the animal in question turned big eyes to Sirius at that moment. It was almost too ridiculous.