02-06-2021, 05:00 AM
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| Banshee
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SPOILER!!: philomath Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir  This kneazle was broken. Had to be. Moseying all the way over here like that.
Still, helped them out on the old reputation front, maybe. Taking their cue, they scratched Phil behind the ears, and then under the chin. "You're kidding." Merlin alive, that would teach Nem to throw his name about like that. Or... no, it probably wouldn't. "You're both touched."
Inspiration chose that moment to hit Nem, and they glanced from the kneazle, to Grantham, and back again. If the creature could understand and repeat words, surely music was within its capabilities as well - though who knew with this particular specimen. Couldn't hurt to try, even if it did mean momentarily relaxing their total ban on music and melody.
Still scritching the kneazle's head, Nem leaned in a little closer and softly hummed what they knew of It's a Small World. Risky? Who cared. Even if Rent-a-Snitch were even here, what was the likelihood they knew the song? It was from back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and Walter Weasley was entering his thirties or so. Besides, it would be worth it to get an earworm stuck in Grantham's head, even if the kneazle butchered it a little bit first. Quote:
Originally Posted by Fireheart Phil was still yammering on about Jake the Jakety-Snakety-Bakety-Cakety until the Slytherin started petting him. He cocked his head slightly at that, staring blankly at them in return. He meowed once—out loud, a long, drawn out one— in return. Then, it was back to the invisible speck (quite interesting, apparently), whilst singing his new song in his head—in a chorus of meows, of course. The problem was, he could only remember one line. So it was the same one, over and over again. Broken record, anyone? Bernie let out a tiny laugh at that; she simply couldn't help it. But it was hard to carry on two conversations at once, with the second conversation being just between her and Phil's simple thoughts.
She almost missed the whispering in the kneazle's ear because she couldn't hear it over the chorus of JAKE JAKE JAKES. Then there was the meow and the new chorus OF MEOWS?? MEW MEOW MEOWwW mew MEOW, mew mew MEOW MEOW MEOW. Translation: It's a world of hopes and a world of fears.
Just the one line, actually. Over and over and over again. Bernie hummed it under her breath, trying to recall where it was from, from somewhere Muggle, she was sure. She didn't know Nem knew Muggle things though? She pulled a face in their direction. "So I'm touched in the head, but you've been singing to kneazles?" Was this a regular thing of theirs? Because Bernie knew about the horsies in the barn liking songs but.... well, maybe the kneazles eavesdropped on them too. Cats and horses got along, she knew this from books.
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