Morning Streaking PV Closed

Though Olphie normally found life to be vibrant, she could not help but find today, this bright and cloudless day, to be tinted gray. November often felt dull, but today was especially difficult. The exciting hubbub of the beginnings of a new school year had calmed. A respite from childish issues was long away. Not even buying a new wardrobe of outfits could save her from this mundane morning.

It was quite obvious that something was off about the Flying professor this morning, as she was wearing quite a muted outfit, though it called out to her most recent crush on the mysterious astronomy professor. She strolled aimlessly on the ground, uncertain of what to do to lift her spirits. Hogsmeade was too far for a drink, and though she would be certainly happy with a make out session, she had yet to run into any eligible professors. For the first time since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she wished that she could go back to being on the Harpies. She was never bored there, with her closest friends and multitude of lovers.

A sudden chill overtook her as she realized just how brisk it was. Certainly she had missed a page of the catalogue of the latest fashions; maybe she should go back and ensure that she had achieved her goal of buying something from every page. Olphie was just about to retreat back to her quarters when a sudden 'meow' shocked her for the second time. Eyes lowering, Olphie's gaze fell upon a small...

Was it a rat? Mouth slightly agape, she couldn't help but stare. Who would have bought that horrendous thing? As she looked dumbfoundedly on, Olphie continued to watch the scene as that chubby boy from one of her classes took the animal upward and wrapped it in his shirt, revealing his rotund stomach. Not a small girl herself, Olphie couldn't criticize him, but she couldn't help but refrain from wondering if the boy had any sense of style, for this was not a good look. or outfit.

She couldn't refrain from looking onward any further and, clearing her throat, wondered, "Can I help you?"

With the question, Olphie wondered if perhaps this situation would be the excitement she was looking for on this physically sunny but emotionally gloomy day. She could only hope.

Her neck prickled uncomfortably as the boy stared at her. Olphie was used to stares, of course, but she hadn't entirely expected to feel so...awkward. It wasn't like she could flirtatiously wink back, like she normally did with her fans, as this boy was a child. She had a strict flirting policy with fans who were legal, and though the number of legal fans was limited at Hogwarts, she had no plans to abandon her standards. Uncertain as to what to do to fill the silence, though, she instead focused her eyes on the squirming creature that remained concealed in the boy's shirt, ignoring the fashion faux pas of a bulging belly in the crisp autumn air. 

Finally, he spoke, detailing an adventure that his pet and he were to go on, only to be thwarted by the wind. Olphie blinked as she took in his words, focusing particularly on the animal's name of "Toad." She returned a prolonged stare, like he had before, as she waited for some sort of explanation. That...that thing, which she had thought was a cat, though it looked like a naked one, didn't appear to be a toad. Then why was it named Toad, exactly? Maybe she had imagined it being larger than it actually was?

The boy offered a natural smile, and Olphie couldn't help but conclude that no explanation would be given. Off-put by the interaction, she hesitated a moment further before deciding to wonder, "It...it's a cat, right? I...er...can't tell then way he's bunched in your shirt-"

She froze, an idea hitting her. Hadn't she seen something about animal fashion in one of her catalogues? Perhaps... but before she could help the animal from the biting temperature, she had to be certain it was a cat, after all. fashions were in, but toad fashions? Last she heard, people were trying to remove warts rather than embellish them.

Though Olphie was perplexed, she remained unobservant of most things and thus did not notice the stifled laugh. Instead, she focused her eyes on the shirt creature, waiting for a confirmation that that was actually a cat in there.

When the boy confirmed that the animal was in fact a cat, Olphie couldn't help but stare suspiciously as he held it closer. It meowed like a cat, had ears like a cat, had four legs like a cat...but where was its fur?  

Before she could ask, however, the boy's large blue eyes peered from behind the cat and invited her on an adventure. Olphie instinctually wanted to say no, as it would look a bit peculiar for a professor, a student, and a cat to be going on an adventure, but she then thought further. Only a few minutes prior, Olphie had been looking for something to do, for an adventure to go on. This boy and cat were like an answer to her desires. 

Olphie presented the boy with a wide, toothy grin and nodded eagerly. "Sure, but a few questions first. What is your name again, dear? What kind of adventure? And most importantly...why is your cat so...naked?"

Olphie couldn't help but chuckle at the bow as boy and cat dipped downward. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Landslide," she replied with a half-smirk, "and pleasure to meet Frog, as well. She seems like a very...nice... cat."

Even if the cat was nice, she couldn't help but think that it was rather unfashionable. Again, the cat fashions came back to her, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was anything that would fit this cat. Before she could inquire the details, however, the boy launched into quite the shpiel. 

Olphie couldn't help it - she let out a boisterous laugh at the boy's excitement. He reminded her of the twins, Fae and Arnoux. When they were young and she'd return for the summer from Hogwarts, they'd always want to drag her on these elaborate "adventures" that involved slaying dragons and other creatures. Her stories from school had captivated them.

Though the twins were much older than the child before her, Olphie viewed him like a singular version of the two as she extended her hand, smiled, and declared, "Let's do it." She giggled once more when he said the cat would protect them, and murmured, "Ferocious as a lion, he seems."

Gideon channeled her focus back to the cat's lack of hair, and Olphie felt that this was her moment to perform a fashion intervention. "Most cats are naked, yes...but not as obviously so. Do you have anything to keep Platypus warm, dear? Like a little jacket or some boots? He's got to be freezing!"

If the boy answered that he did not, this would be her moment to save this cat and, honestly, Hogwarts. For no one wanted to look at such a bare-skinned feline such as the thing before her. And quite honestly? Olphie wanted to help this cat out because it had been far too long since she had solved a fashion emergency.

Olphie stared at the boy, eyes wide and mouth agape, as he explained his form of dressing the cat. She had to put a perfectly-manicured hand to her mouth as she fought the horrified gasp of disgust that so violently wished to escape her mouth. The only thing that prevented her was that she remembered how much her younger siblings loved impressing her, even when it was something as idiotic as a discombobulated gymnastics move.

A long pause preceded her statement as she recomposed herself. When Olphie was ready to speak, she lowered her hand back to its relaxed position against her hip and inquired, "Is it...a nice sock?" 

She meant fancy, like a dress sock, but assumed the boy would know what a lady of such high class meant. At the very least, if the animal had a nice sock, she wouldn't feel as bad for it. Hairless, clothless, and the responsibility of an overly enthusiastic, yet clueless boy - the animal led a sad life, honestly.

The fashionista continued: "So, if he only wears socks... doesn't he get cold, dear? The weather is getting quite chilly. I just fear... with so little hair, Tiger is bound to freeze to death. Do you need help ensuring he stays warmth?"

Though she still found the situation quite ridiculous, Olphie let out a gentile smile as she gazed upon the boy, waiting for his reply.