january 29, 2023.

The short time spent at Hogwarts had been nothing short of a whirlwind. There were students everywhere, like little ants underfoot that you could never quite escape from. The professors, likewise, were always doing something or other. Still, Sabine couldn't fight back the feeling that she hadn't done much to fit in quite yet. Sure, she did her best to make herself approachable for students, but it seemed that most weren't interested in visiting a teacher that they didn't know. It seemed that the former professor had been quite beloved among the students and staff alike, and Sabine wasn't quite sure if she was living up to that. Likewise, most professors already had their little friends and those who they shared a cup of tea with.

It wasn't all negative, of course--Sabine had found solace in the librarian and the new Runes professor that had been hired alongside her. She only wished for some more company than the occasional.

The creatures that occupied the stables were good company, mostly. Sabine knew better than anyone that they weren't meant to be pets, though, and she wouldn't spend as much time with them as she might like. It simply wasn't fair to the creatures who were so clearly bred for socialization with their own kind. A witch or wizard sitting in on all their private time wasn't in their biology and Sabine would be remiss to disrespect that. So she found herself on a little trip to the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley, in search of a companion to be around her while grading or lounging.

The moment she stepped into the quaint little shop, she felt almost overwhelmed by the clashing of sounds. Cats and owls had their own distinct calls, and those calls tumbled over one another in a jumble of sound akin to a roaring waterfall. It was almost too much, and Sabine had half a mind to turn herself right around and walk out the wooden door. She'd never find the perfect pet in all this madness.

Except... something was drawing her towards a back corner, where a little bundle of blankets sat on top of precariously balanced empty cages. Sabine approached slowly, and upon arrival to the blanket bunch was a small kitten. Gray and striped with little swirls. It raised its head, brilliant blue eyes peering up at Sabine. "Oh, hello," the professor leaned down and picked up the kitten, heart softening when the little thing burrowed her head into the collar of the woman's (faux) fur coat. "You're a real gem, aren't you, my dear? Perhaps... Opal? You like that? Opal?"

The kitten mewled and kneaded Sabine's shoulder. "That's it. Welcome home, Opal."

WC: 448

What animal do you wish to purchase? Gray Mackerel Tabby
What do you want to name it? Opal
Is this a boy or a girl? Girl
What is your pet's date of birth? October 10, 2022

Pet Granted

Look after Opal well.