Two figures stood on a turn at Diagon Alley, conversing. ‘Cynthia, its your birthday in February and all, so I have a SURPRISE! An early birthday gift. ’ Cynthia’s mother said, her voice rising up dramatically. ‘Maman, come on, you know I abhor secrets!’ Cynthia said, managing to use a vocabulary word that her mum made her learn. ‘I thought that after all the drama that happened last year, we would get you something nice.’ ‘Okay maman. What is it?’ ‘We’re going to Magical Menagerie!’ ‘Really? Maman! J’adore vous I love you! Are we getting that chat cat, not chat as in talk. The…uhm…Midnight Stalker Noir black, I mean Black Midnight Stalker. Wait, no, I said the name wrong didn’t I? I mean bewitched midnight stalker. I’ve always wanted it!’ ‘Here, fille daughter,’ Cynthia’s mother smiled kindly. ‘Vingt twenty galleons. That should cover the cost of whatever you prepare to buy.’ Cynthia smiled happily.

Cynthia opened the door. ‘Bon…Bonjour?’ Cynthia said experimentally. She walked over to the cats section. ‘Belle! Pretty!’she said under her breath. There were so many cats! Silver Siberian. Hm, Cynthia thought, it looked pretty. Perhaps she would have that instead? Tabbys. Oh, so many tabbys! Some rare breeds she had absolutely no idea about. Chartuex, literally ever French cat lover knew that breed. Siamese, easily recognisable due to its ginormous ears. Then, the Bewitched Midnight Stalker. She held her breath as she crept closer. Closer. ‘Kitty? Kitty kitty kitty?’ She said softly.

Suddenly, all the cats started to meow. Cynthia turned to see a girl, maybe a bit older than her, and a Ravenclaw student, carrying a brown rat in a cage. Cynthia scooted closer. The rat was whimpering a bit, probably afraid of the cats. When it saw Cynthia, it stopped whimpering and looked hopefully at her. Suddenly, a Gryffindor boy lunged forward, ‘ALOHOMORA!’ He said quite loudly. The cage door opened and the rat was flung out. The Ravenclaw girl stared at the Gryffindor boy in horror. ‘Why would someone do that?!’ Cynthia had no time to think. She forgot about the cats. She lunged forward and cupped a protective hand over the rat. Gently, she picked it up and looked at it. It was just so cute! So ADORABLE! Cynthia smiled. ‘Thank you for helping me, ‘the girl said. ‘Could you give that rat back to me please?’ Cynthia’s face flushed. ‘Oh! I’m terribly sorry! Did you buy it?’ ‘Actually, no, I went to ask the shop owner about him. But then I figured I wanted a cat more. Why do you ask? You want him?’ Cynthia shifted. ‘Actually I came to buy a cat, too. But, yes, I think this rat is way cuter.’ ‘They call him Ratty.’ The girl announced. That was such a bad name, but Cynthia would rename him later.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cynthia saw the shop owner coming. ‘Deary, do you want to buy Ratty?’ ‘Of course! How much does he cost?’ ‘That’s four galleons, two sickles, deary. You can afford it?’ ‘Yes, but I don’t have any change. Can I give you a fiver?’ ‘Sure, deary. What is it with modern people and change? They seem to have none.’ She chuckled good-naturedly. The shop owner walked over to her drawers and pulled out fifteen sickles. ‘Have fun with Ratty! Only a month old!’ ‘Can I change his name? Not to be offensive, but Ratty?’ ‘Sure, sure. What would you like to call him.’ ‘Brownie. I’d like to call him Brownie,’ Cynthia said and held the rat to her heart.

Wc: 589 (excluding translations)

What animal do you wish to purchase? Brown Rat
What do you want to name it? Brownie
Is this a boy or a girl? Boy
What is your pet's date of birth? 2020 dec 4th (rp backdated to jan 5th)

Pet Granted

Look after Brownie well.