Originally Posted by meganelizabeth

Christopher walked absentmindedly down the fourth floor corridor with his hands shoved into the pockets of his school robes. He had a lot on his mind at the moment and had earlier decided to go for a walk to calm him down a bit. He would've gone outside, but he'd brought his sister's cat along and was sure that the obese little thing couldn't have gotten very far in the tall snow. Plus he was just too
high maintenance, so the lion strung him along through the corridor for some kind of excercise.

The third year wasn't paying much attention to where he was, let alone where he was going. Chunk was circling slowly through the
boy's legs on his chubby little legs and wasn't really helping things for him. Christopher looked down in fear of what was about to occur, but it was too late. He tripped over the cat (who hissed quite irritably, by the way) and fell flat on his face. And as he gathered all of his things that had cascaded out of his bag, he stood up to find a bewildered first year staring back at him with a small Pygmy Puff resting on her shoulder.

"Oh, erm, you didn't happen to see any of that, did you?" Christopher hoped the answer was 'no.'