Post by Sabbie Duchannes on Nov 10, 2013 12:25:34 GMT -5
"Alfie..." The name was said 25 times in the span of 3 minutes at the courtyard. "Baby, come out now..." The said phrase was uttered 12 times in the span of 5 minutes. "Alfie, you get here this instant or I swear, I will kick you to oblivion." The threat was also mentioned seven times out of frustration. But No 'Alfie' came to the girl's arms. Sabina thought that the little Balinese cat was missing but she saw the the cat's black and white coat a while ago. Alfie must be somewhere, she thought, but where?
She was crouching, looking for the blasted cat. Alfie was supposed to get groomed today, but the feline had scampered off when she was walking him at the courtyard. She knew she should have bought the little devil a leash so it wouldn't get the chance to run off to only Merlin knows where. But she only remembers it when she was done shopping. It was frustrating, to say the least. Sabbie was now on all fours, searching every crack and crevice the cat may have wedged itself into. By the good founders of Beauxbatons, she must have looked hilarious in her position. She continued to crawl on the courtyard, calling out to her cat.
"Alfie, sweetie, come out now or I swear I will put a sleeping draught in your food the next time I groom you." She hissed out the last few phrases to show that she was really getting cheesed off and that she was serious. The blonde's head suddenly swivelled when she heard the sound of porcelain colliding with the ground into a thousand pieces. Alfieeee... She thought angrily.
She was crouching, looking for the blasted cat. Alfie was supposed to get groomed today, but the feline had scampered off when she was walking him at the courtyard. She knew she should have bought the little devil a leash so it wouldn't get the chance to run off to only Merlin knows where. But she only remembers it when she was done shopping. It was frustrating, to say the least. Sabbie was now on all fours, searching every crack and crevice the cat may have wedged itself into. By the good founders of Beauxbatons, she must have looked hilarious in her position. She continued to crawl on the courtyard, calling out to her cat.
"Alfie, sweetie, come out now or I swear I will put a sleeping draught in your food the next time I groom you." She hissed out the last few phrases to show that she was really getting cheesed off and that she was serious. The blonde's head suddenly swivelled when she heard the sound of porcelain colliding with the ground into a thousand pieces. Alfieeee... She thought angrily.
