firewhiskeyfic | ENTRY #11

Title: Some Alone Time
Author:

paulamcg
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: ?/Crookshanks, Sirius, Aberforth, Remus/HP
Challenge/Prompts used: Aberforth Dumbledore, Hog's Head, Marathon, Insomnia, Forced Proximity, One Too Many
Summary: Crookshanks slinks into the night and feels he must stay in Hogsmeade so as to observe at least one of the publicans.
Rating/Warnings: OMG... just G
Word count: Around 500
Author's Notes (if any): An anomalous animal's pov

A tom like me needs some alone time.

Trying my best to relax on this drafty, ravaged room's single bed, as I'm spooned from behind by the mutt – Padfoot, I should remember to call him now that the mess his mind has been is settling with that as his name... or Pads? Whatever. When I manage a somonlent purrr, hell soon drift off. Not literally, unfortutly. But I will: slip from under his slackning paws.

Whata relief that the frosts have finally begun to abate! The two ofus have spent too many nights in forced proxmity. Now my body warmth is no longer necesserely for this wretched wizards comfort if stays in his hairer form.

I'm not heading to the tunnel this time. Defintely not to the castle, to the pushy bushyhaired witch. What is it with humans that stops them from becoming handsome no matter how much hair they grow, unless they become Animagi.

Now gocus. This may be my night ogg, but I can still hunt as thats what I enjoy.

And the hunting ground tonight will be Hogsmeade because... something tellsme I must see at least one publican.

All right, I'm jumping out through the downstairs window where Pads tore off a plank back when he arrivdin September.

Let's say a cat doesn't word all his thoughts the perceptions of a mild winter night. Some snowflakes tickle my nose but I convenrate on listening for any rodents light quick footfalls.

Theres one. A meremouse. I hope to feast ona rat a bit laterbut we don't need that in the story. Because it will be a mundane rat. Not the bloody Animagus whose faked his death again and staued hidden since then.

I hurry towards the Hogs Head as the cloudspart and reveal a waxing gibbous moon. I'm not surprised when I see smell the werewolf Professor approach. Of coursehes the one to suffer from insomnia.

Having sneaked to the back yard, I greet the goats. Better stay on good terms with them. Theyve agreed to save some of the food Abertforth puts out for themand I collect it. Now that they've told me that therewolf has asked about strays, Padsis shy to come around.

Reconnaisancsce too is up to me. I leap up to a windowwill and perk my ears.

“No waynot another drinking marathon for you lad. Youve had one too many too many times since before Christmas.”

“I love...”

“You love to talk, you love dogs, I've heard all about that. And I've told you there was one coming from scraps, one that looked...”

“Like the Grim?

And like it might have listened to me...

Like the goats – understood your words?

Perhaps comnicated with mygoats too. And stopped coming. You don't have to. Stop coming I mean. Just stop drinking too much!”