All Cats Are Grey At Night Pet Finished

From the moment she had first entered the Magical Menagerie whilst her parents were occupied with other business, Angellica Rowley knew she wanted a cat. Not just any cat, the emerald gaze for a ball of fluff had called to her, but she had known it wasn't meant to be. At least not at that time. Merely eleven, without more than what her parents had set aside for her studies, and a few sickles for her year at Hogwarts, the blonde had known she would have to wait. Tiny hands had lifted up the kittens head, small lips pressed to the tiny forehead with a single whisper. "I'll come back for you Princess Primrose, you just wait."

From there, and up until her last day of camp, the young Ravenclaw had done everything in her power to ensure her second year would be enjoyed with the presence of a cat. A beautiful creature to lounge about and enjoy the company of. Soft purrs to get her through the anxiety attacks that came with the stress of school in general. Between her need for control, her desire for success, and every quirk in between, a calming presence would do her wonders, and that was exactly what that kitten was, or rather cat now. All kittens became cats, just as all children became adults.

Entering the menagerie, she had expected to find her choice of pet at the front just as she had the first day she arrived, but Primrose as she had come to call her was nowhere to be found. A mild panic overtook her as she held the bag of galleons in her hand ready for the purchase. Silver hues studied the walls, looking for the familiar cat, and noticing a number of different pets. Pygmy Puffs, cats, Owls hooting angrily overhead, toads croaking and even some dancing mice.

"Ah you came back," a familiar voice spoke. "You won't find her there," she told the young girl, and Angellica blinked in response.

"Pardon me, what do you mean I won't find her here? Do you mean she's been sold?" she asked, and despite her best attempts, she held back the sting in her eyes as her chest tightened at the idea tha tshe had been too late.

A soft smile and a chuckle didn't help. "No dear, she's still here, just not out here. You see after you left, she didn't seem to want anyone else. You must be special."

Angellica felt relief and excitement. Her hard work had paid off, and now she would be able to afford the pet her parents would never agree to. "She's the special one," she grinned. "Can I see her?"

The lady behind the counter nodded and left behind a curtain of beads, only to emerge with the most precious fur baby to ever grace the earth. "Have you thought of a name dear? What did you call her last time Princess?"

The blonde reached to hug the creature, nose deep in the depths of fur with a fulfilled contentment. "Her Royal Highness Primrose Moonstone Emeraude Anastasia Flufferly Pawsington the First of her Name" she said finally looking up to the shop keeper. "Primrose for short," she added, settling the amount of money for the cat on the counter, and then the cat on the ground at her feet where Primrose begun rubbing against, leaving lengths of fur all over the young Ravenclaw.

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What animal do you wish to purchase? Siberian Silver (15 Galleons)

What do you want to name it?
Her Royal Highness Primrose Moonstone Emeraude Anastasia Flufferly Pawsington the First of her Name
Primrose for short

Is this a boy or a girl?
Lady.

What is your pet's date of birth?
June 5th, 2018