Animal Observations - Kneazles, Crups, Pygmy Puffs
 

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Want to check out the many kneazles, crups, and pygmy puffs available for adoption? Then this is the place for you! Come on by to observe all the furry little creatures in their enclosures. One of them may end up being your new animal friend.

Heather's owl had finally kicked the proverbial bucket, and her heart felt heavy every time she looked at another snowy white owl. She had heard that the 23rd British Pet Adoption Fair was happening and she thought there was no better time than the present to get another per...preferably something that wasn't an owl.

She drifted around and found herself in front of the kneazles and pygmy puffs. She had always wanted something fluffy when she was younger, but her mother had been allergic. Maybe a pygmy puff could be a good pet. Easy care right?

When she had heard about this adoption fair, Kurumi couldn't wait to take a peek. Her and Lewis already had Walnut and Vanilla to look after, but it still couldn't hurt to take a peek, right? She gave Lewis' hand a squeeze as she lead the way towards the crup enclosure. She wouldn't mind playing with the kneazles and pygmy puffs, but there was more of a chance of them leaving today with a crup than the other two. Walnut would eat the pygmy puff and either pee on or skin a kneazle.

"Aren't they adorable?" she squealed before making all sorts of baby faces at the crups. Okay, could they leave with one of these today? Could they? The crup could be best friends with Selina's dog and it would just be fantastic. "I've really missed having a dog. Although they do take a lot of work. Father used to always complain about Hikari, saying that she was more responsibility than a baby." But father loved their Shiba Inu very much, so she had never taken his complaining too seriously. "Totally worth it though. We should adopt one."

A pet adoption fair. Lewis wasn't entirely sure what they were supposed to be doing here but naturally when Kurumi had suggested they go, he had agreed. Of course he didn't mind looking at animals. Even though, he quite hoped that Kurumi wouldn't want to adopt any of the animals. Their apartment was crowded enough as it was. Plus, he didn't really know WHAT kind of animal they should get. Two cats wouldn't be too happy with yet another cat. Or a kneazle. Or a...

...crup.

Lewis was watching Kurumi instead of the crups she was gushing over, smiling to himself about her reaction. Eventually he did take a step closer and took a closer look at the little creatures. They WERE quite adorable yes. He listened to Kurumi's words when she talked about how she missed having a dog (first warning) and then came the words he had sort of dreaded. "You want to adopt a crup?" His eyes were back on hers, while he tried to keep his voice even. And yes he was well aware that he'd simply repeated her request.

Giggling at one especially excited crup, Kurumi bent over to scratch it behind the ears. This mostly resulted in drawing more attention from the others who came bounding over, yipping and yapping all the way. Her smile continued to widen and there was that definite twinkle in her violet eyes. "Aren't you just the most adorable thing in the world," she cooed in a baby voice as she continued to scratch behind its ears. "Except for the dragon hatchlings because they are just too precious for words."

Baby dragons would trump any other creature any day.

She stood back up straight when Lewis spoke, a small pout forming on her lips. "You mean...you don't want one?" She wouldn't force the matter on him, of course, but all these poor creatures that needed homes. She would adopt the entire lot of them if it were possible. She briefly looked back at the pack of crups that had gathered in front of them, their forked tails wagging like mad. "But look at that. He is so happy to see you!"

Okay, so maybe she would push a little.

Jory wasn't sure if he wanted to adopt any pet right now. For one thing, he and Ronnie were too busy at the Ministry and he won't want the animal to suffer because of that. But he did really want a crup. He thought the forked tails were pretty cool plus he always did want a dog.

"Rons, do you think it's the right time to adopt one of these?'' he asked as he leaned closer to look at the crups. He was sure Ronnie would want to adopt a pet of her own too and he needed her opinion.

Jasper had drifted into the Cute 'n Fluffy section of the adoption fair. He spotted a blonde with long hair looking into the cages and pins and he held his breath for a minute hoping she might turn her head so he could confirm his suspicions. Just enough to get a glimpse of her nose. Anything.

He was reluctant to leave straight away, however, because this was the area where he was most likely to find what he was looking for - a new companion that was more prone to cuddles, but wouldn't attack his muggle father.

Heather turned to move away from the kneazles and head to look at pygmy puffs. Kneazles would make a fine pet sure, but something a little small may be better. She looked up and stopped dead in her tracks. She recognized that face, how could she not.

She moved with a slow graceful walk until she stood next to him. "Pygmy puffs are nice. They don't require as much care as most and could always make good cuddle partners." Something that she was missing from her life was a good cuddle buddy.

Rose
 

A pet adoption fair! Right in Diagon Alley. It seemed that this summer was dedicated to pets, having remembered that she was to help Airey later on choose his very own. It couldn't hurt to keep an eye out for something that would suit him here. Just to keep distracted so she didn't end up getting another-

"Kneazles!" Squee! Eyeing the bunch, Medea aww'd. "You should get one, Callie."

He was blushing. Clear and obvious. He was blushing. His pale face well-pinked with embarrassment as he got the feeling, and quite intensely, that Heather was speaking of anything but pygmy puffs. Briefly, Jasper looked not unlike a boy who'd recently been scolded for something. His line of sight shot away from Heather as she approached ever closer.

"I could use a good cuddle partner." His reply came rather whimsically as if he was filled with hope at the prospect, and his focus came back to her. Though, unable to maintain the pretense, Jasper caved in and gave Heather a tight but short-lived hug. "How are you, Heather? I haven't seen you in a while. Work must be keeping you pretty busy, h'mmm?"

Jasper's hug was short but it still lit her eyes up and gave her reason to smile. She had come to terms with touch lately. Heather didn't mind a hand shake or a small touch to the back these days. Things she had used to flinch at and shy away from. She had become emotionally stable, balancing everything once again. She had felt alive.

"I'm doing good." Much better than good actually. She hadn't had a restless night in a while and her mornings didn't look so bleak. "I've been busy, yes. Not with work as much as other things though," she said softly. She looked away from him as blush colored her cheeks. "How have you been doing? What brings you here?" Surely not a cuddle buddy.

Romanos & Elwood
 

Jory heard the familiar voice but had not immediately registered it as he was still mulling over his decision to get a crop. It wasn't until the other voice (which had an accent) spoke that he realised who the belonged to.

He spun around and came face to face with the voices' owners. "Professors!'' Er. Was it weird to call them that? Anyway, they'd always be Professors to him. Could he like give them a hug or something?

Not sure if he should, Jory just grinned. He was thrilled to see them again. "How are you two? What's new at Hogwarts? Which of these are you guys getting?'' Yep. He was thrilled.

Oh look at their cute little noses and faces and ears and fur and paws. She held a hand to her heart, not being able to look away. Kittens were absolutely lethal with their looks. Figuratively of course. Or perhaps literally. Die from cuteness.

And that one Callie was petting, good Merlin, how could someone not fall in love these animals?

"I know, I'm sorry." She flashed a look of guilt towards the divination professor. With Galileo and now Chu Chu in their home, it was making HER nervous. "He's absolutely adorable. Vith very beautiful markings. Goodness, vhy aren't you adopted yet, hmm?"

Just before she reached down to pet the kneazle kitten, her attention was caught by the call of professors. It was usually a hit or miss on whether she answered to 'professor' during the summer, but today was a hit. If it was possible, her expression brightened even more after seeing who it was. "Mister Stonewall! Zdrasti! How vonderful to see you..."

Oh, questions. Lots of questions. Goodness.

Jasper had found that remark about being busy with other things rather ominous, but it might have also been that he has just learned to read between what was said with Heather. They had, post their initial meeting finely tuned themselves to each's frequencies. A blissful sort of curse that he attributed to fate.

But then, she had sounded so positive about it and also seemed to be looking just as happy. Maybe she had found her Marco turned around in her favour on his deliberations? Maybe the reason behind her use of more cryptic language could be explained by her having found someone else entirely?

Why had that last idea sat there for so long? It had been so long since his best friend, Astoria. had any boyfriends (if ever now that he thought about it) and so it made it hard to tell if what he was experiencing was purely platonic...or not. Perhaps, it was merely a protective instinct. Yes. That was probably it. "Actually, Heather, that's exactly why I'm here." He stuck out his elbow and playfully leaned against Heather's shoulder withholding the natural weight of the posture. "My apartment gets a bit too quiet at night and weekends and I hardly feel like going out each night is a solution. Et tu?"

She stuck her tongue at him and felt her stomach flip at his casual gesture of leaning on her. Okay, she might have been comfortable with touch, but his, a little different for some very easily explained reasons. Heather sighed and looked down her heart gave a small broken thump. "Yes, I'm here for a small little cuddly something, but mostly because my owl passed away and I'm not ready for another one just yet." She knew what he meant though. Her house got the same way.

She chewed on her lip and twiddled her fingers. "How are you doing?" She was really wondering if he was okay. He seemed pretty happy. Very relaxed. "Attend anymore congresses lately?" Heather hadn't. However, she personally had purchased her own little set for her house. She found herself enjoying having some sound in the house. Made her feel...well not so alone at moments.

He felt his logic tug at him as his mind picked up on the seemingly inconsistent statement. But, did she just say...? "Your owl? Oh, Heather, I'm sorry." He sounded like she'd just told him a relative had passed on.

"But, you don't want a new one? Ah, well then you must want something else entirely?" And now it made sense! "Not lately. Though, there haven't been any that I've been into the dance form enough to attend."

"Have you filled out the application, yet? Or have any idea what sort of pet you'd want to walk away with?" They could talk about this safely. Somewhat. Actually, Jasper didn't know as it seemed any topic could be turned towards deeper more emotional territory with a fair amount of ease. It never felt as work.

Heather gave him a small smile. "She was a good owl, but yes I would love something entirely different." She nodded, "Let me know if there is one you find coming up?" She really would like to go again, if only for the company it provided. "I've been practicing not stepping on toes." Her broom didn't have any but she seemed confident that if it did she was missing them.

"I would like a pygmy puff or kneazle. Something that will be easy enough to take care off and waiting for me to return from work. My bed is really big and sometimes feels so empty, maybe another breathing body beside me would relax me a little more." To an outsider she was talking about a pet, however, she was sure Jasper would catch the double meaning.

"What kind of pet were you thinking of getting?"

Destiny. Could not. Contain. Her. Excitement.

So excited she was, she had Carter pushing Connor's stroller. She wasn't good with the thing to begin with, and now that there were creatures everywhere, so many creatures that she wanted to look at, she was going to be even worse and she would probably cause some kind of accident. And not the good kind of accident either. The good kind of accident where she crashed into one of the pet cages and freed all the animals that she could go and collect later. Definitely not one of them.

She was walking on tip-toes to see inside all the cages, and purposely ignoring Carter, she moved over to where the Crups were and bent down in front of them. To anyone who didn't know her, it might've just looked like she was LOOKING at them. But she was really trying to see how strong the gates were. Maybe she could accidentally let them out and collect them later? "But Carterrrrr.." she didn't even bother turning to look at him, because she already knew what he was going to say.

"How can we just get one? LOOKATTHEMALL." Was he looking? Was he? She didn't know, because she still wasn't looking at him.

"There is one." He sniffed. "At the end of August, I believe, or beginning of September. My friend, Astoria and I are planing on attending. You should come to that one. You could learn a lot from Ria." But then he winced wishing that Carpe Retractum worked on words as well. Either he was insulting Heather's dance moves or he was insulting Heather's dance moves. "I mean, a little practice never hurt anyone?" Awkward! Smile!

He was so occupied thinking over his verbal misstep that he had completely missed whatever double meaning the next set of words could've had. "I'm not sure, just yet. Though, I'm sort of looking for the same thing in a pet. Do you think I should get a kneazle or something? I know I can't get a crup. My dad's muggle. Shame, though..." He stepped a bit closer to the crup enclosure. "As they are extremely adorable. Yes, they are! Yes! Oh, yes! Who's adorable?! Daddy's boys that's who!" Jasp was cooing toward the cruppies and he could smell their breath from his newfound proximity. Apparently he was susceptible to cute little animals. :mellow:



Cluck.

Oops. And there went his wife. Carter stood watching. He gently rocked the stroller with his foot on the bottom bar.

"You're not trying to break into the cages... are you?" he asked with raised eyebrows. Because, that would be frowned upon. Jails and babies didn't mix well.

... and there was the but Carter. He closes his eyes. He was not going to fall for it again. He peeked out of one of his eyes. Oh good. She wasn't looking. That made saying no easier.

"Just one."