March 20, 2026
The room was quite chilled, the fire having died hours ago, yet the girl against the window did not have the energy to light another. The only light was a half-melted candle, flickering on a table in the corner. Outside, the rain came down in sheets, water tapping against the outside of the window in a steady rhythm. It did not help the sadness that seemed to seep into every corner of the room.
The dark-haired girl leaned against the window, a deep frown on her face as she stared out. Sure, Logan had never been the happiest of people, but this time away from her home and friends seemed to have hidden away what there had been. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew it was only temporary, but for now the darkness settled over her.
Softly, Logan shifted to look at the Egyptian Mau curled onto an armchair near the fireplace. He did not seem to have a care in the world about the situation they were in. Instead, he was dead asleep, soaking up what warmth was left from the fire. Of course he would not care, he got to spend more time with his human and away from the chaos of Hogwarts.
Logan was half tempted to get up and join the cat, when a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
At first, her heart skipped a beat. Was someone on the property? Did she need to wake her father? The fear dissipated quickly, though, as the blur outside the window appeared again. A small orange shape, moving towards the cover of the old tree along the edge of the home, probably in search of shelter from the rain.
The girl was not supposed to be going outside alone, just in case something were to happen, but it appeared to be a small cat or kitten. Her love of creatures would always outweigh the potential dangers to herself if there was one in need.
As quietly as possible, she made her way across the room and grabbed the towel that lay across the back of her desk chair. It was still a bit damp from when she had dried her hair with it only a few hours earlier, but it would work for what she needed it for.
The sound of the door clicking behind her drowned out by the pounding of the rain. Logan could probably not be heard over the rain, but she did not want to risk being caught. While she called out to the kitten in hopes of coaxing it out, the girl was also not expecting the kitten to come to her as she called.
Making her way closer to the tree, Logan could tell that the kitten was no longer curled against the trunk, most likely seeking shelter elsewhere. With the rain, there was no way it was making it far. The Hufflepuff girl made a few trips around the small yard of the property, water soaking through her clothes and dripping down from her hair. It was not until her second trip around that she spotted the movement against the stone wall lining the property.
Tucked into a section of missing stone, the muddy orange coat of a kitten could faintly be seen. It was unhappy as Logan made her way closer to it, hissing and spitting in an attempt to scare her away, but she did not care. She was going to help the skinny little thing as best as possible.
The most noticeable thing Logan realized about the small creature as she wrapped it tightly into a towel was the lack of a front leg. There were no obvious wounds, but she would be able to look closer once she got the small kitten inside and clean. With a gentle sigh, she clutched the bundle to her chest and rushed back towards the home, nearly colliding with her father as she made her way back through the door.
He probably would have said something if he had not noticed the creature clutched in her arms. The tension in Logan’s shoulders dropped as her father instructed her to head back to her room and he would bring clean towels and water to help. It would not be until later that the Hufflepuff would get a talking to about how what she did was dangerous, but at least her father was willing to help when it was necessary.
Once the, maybe five-week-old, kitten was cleaned and dry, Logan lay her back against the clawfoot bath watching as it huddled into a pile of blankets in the corner. Her father sat on the floor beside her, silent as usual.
“So,” there was a faint pause as she a shiver ran down her back from the water dripping from her hair, “can I keep him?”
The only response she got was a quiet laugh from her father as he ruffled her hair and made his way out of the room, leaving her with the kitten now calmly sleeping on the other side of the room.
WC: 851/400
