Closed Furry ball of disaster pv linda

ー She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits location: grounds time: 4.32pm mood: curious cicely is a nice enough girl, yet doesn’t socialise herself enough with others but is eager to make friends. She usually sticks to herself because she doesn’t trust others but she’s cool with anyone who is nice to her.

Cicely was never the one to go outside in the grounds much, she was usually cooped up in the Gryffindor common room, or somewhere less cold like the library. But she felt that she should go out and get some fresh air. As she was taking a stroll across the grounds, admiring the little bunches of mushrooms and flowers, she began thinking a lot about what her mother said, to get friends, make social connections. She looked down, cheeks burning. But she hadn’t even thought about it yet, she only made a few friends and acquaintances. She needed to do what her mother wanted. She kicked a rock angrily as the biting chill of the wind spat in her face. what was she doing here anyways? She better get back in, or she’d catch a cold.

As she was about to turn back to the way she came from, she suddenly heard a sound. She froze, turning around. Was she imagining this? The sound sounded like.. a cat. There weren’t any stray cats in Hogwarts. She frowned. Must be her imagination. She turned to go back, and the meowing sounds continued. She turned back to the direction where the sound was coming from. Always worth a try. She quickly ran over to the sound, it seemed to be coming from a tree. She gazed up at the tree, and saw a flash of silver. She craned her neck and scrunched her nose. Huh? She could see something. It seemed to be a cat. It had a winding dotted black pattern and seemed to be be in distress. She didn’t know how to handle cats, but she’d have to try. She smiled at the cat. “Here kitty..” she cooed. Didn’t seem to work. Perhaps if she had any food on her it’d work. Yet the cat must be terrified. Oh well, there was only one way.

She hoisted herself up into the branches of the tree, slowly climbing up, grunting as the branches poked into her robes. She gazed up at the hairy bushfuls of leaves, eyeing the cat which was gazing down at her. She then hoisted herself up onto a stable branch. She wondered if the cat had an owner.. she sighed and tried to reach for the cat but the cat hissed and bristled. Cicely sucked in a breath and sighed. What could she do? Perhaps she needed to find food fo coax the cat down.