Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 23:08:02 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
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Finally, in all the years it had taken, his parents had finally allowed Hugo to find an animal for his own. His sister had an owl, and they had a family owl, and for as long as he could remember, the redheaded Weasley had always wanted his own. But as he got older, he realized that maybe he wasn't too smart in thinking like that. Really, he had two ways of sending mail without the hassle of taking care of the thing. With that lack of the amount of friends he had (that weren't family) at Hogwarts, for those lone nights spent studying or scouring the castle, Hugo decided that what he needed most was a cat.
For muggles, those animals didn't want anything to do with them. But with witches and wizards alike, felines seemed to acknowledge their, for a better word, superiority on non-magic folk. They followed their owners and kept them company. Unknown to muggles, these creatures were known as Kneazles. They looked like cats, essentially were cats, but somehow weren't. Breeding between Kneazles and cats was what was sold in the Magical Menagerie, although they did sell normal cats and Kneazles by themselves as well. But he was having trouble deciding what he wanted. Of course, Hugo believed in the fact that the pet chooses it's owner. So he found help.
Having sent a letter to his cousin, the one and only Lucy Weasley, Hugo desired her help in a decision. Unlike wands, several animals could "choose" their owner, it was a matter of which one he would accept. With her help, he would be able to have a better decision. Of course, knowing Lucy, she may have her opinion on choice as to which one was the prettiest. Ah well.
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