TIME | 16:15 DATE | February 28th, 2025 INTERACTING |

“ I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ” 00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34

X| OUTFIT #B68EA7 | DIALOGUE | MENTIONING

Ula stood in front of the collar display, arms crossed, eyeing the selection like she was choosing a weapon.

White? Absolutely not. Too angelic.
Gold? As if that fat bastard needed further encouragement.
Studded? Ew.

Then she spotted it—bubblegum pink coloured leather and a little tag just waiting to be engraved. She shouldn't. It was cute and sickeningly sweet. The exact opposite of the demon spawn she bought back in France while she was at Beauxbatons. It was supposed to be a birthday gift for herself, but the fat furry fuck was anything but. She hadn't even planned on it. She'd walked into a small magical pet shop in France looking for nothing in particular, when she spotted him: a massive silver cat, glaring at her from his spot on the highest shelf, looking like he owned the damn place. She should've known she was setting up herself for war when the shopkeeper seemed so eager to sell him.

Bartholomeow—yes, Bartholomeow—had hated her the second she bought him. She tried to carry him? Scratches. She tried to pet him? More scratches. He knocked over everything she owned, sat on her books the second she needed them, and somehow got fluff on her uniform even when he was across the room. He was a ticking time bomb with only real hobbies being: committing acts of domestic terrorism, plotting her demise with the intensity of a Bond villain, and stuffing his fat face with the most expensive cat food on the market.

Seriously. She had tried to cheap out once—once—and he had looked at her like she'd personally offended his ancestors. Refused to eat for an entire day just to make a point. Then, at three in the morning, he knocked over her bedside lamp and threw up on her shoes. Message received.

He was a menace. A tyrant. A fur-covered dictator who ruled her dorm with an iron paw. She was convinced he was either possessed or some ancient wizard reincarnated into feline form as punishment for his crimes. Either way, she was living with the enemy.

Ula sighed, rubbing at the fresh scratch marks on her arm before snatching the pink collar off the display. Screw it. If she was going to suffer, she was going to do it in style. Besides, what better way to humble a menace than by dressing him up like the princess he clearly thought he was?

Twirling the collar around her fingers, she made her way to the counter, dropping it down with a clink. The shopkeeper, a kindly-looking old witch dressed in a flowy dress, glanced at it and then at Ula, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh! That's a lovely choice."

"Yeah. Great. Can you engrave 'Spawn of Satan' on the tag?"

WC: 469

What animal do you wish to purchase? Chartreux
What do you want to name it? Bartholomeow
Is this a boy or a girl? Boy
What is your pet's date of birth? 13th April 2014