Since tussling through the raspberry bushes that lined the perimeter of the Hayes grounds, Lucius Malfoy the cat had become rather accustomed to the quietly extravagant method of living that the small family enjoyed. He had acquired a spot for himself in one of the south-facing bay windows in the living room and there on a Persian cushion that was miniature in comparison to his large girth but kept him in comfort none the less, the cat was happy to sun himself for as long as possible during the day. He felt himself justified, too, having made the perilous journey there.
His precious Kieran and his precious Kieran’s hairless wife creature had left, leaving Lucius alone with a hairless, funny looking Elf-thing called Moo who was tasked with feeding him once a day. Thoroughly put out by the idea of only having one feed a day – and kibble at that – Lucius took to the Great Hall and managed to snatch himself an iced cupcake before making his way out into the grounds to tag along on the back of one of the carriages; and tag along he did, following the students down to Hogsmeade Station where from there he boarded a train that would take him north to Holyhead.
There was a trolley lady aboard who was frighteningly old for a Muggle and was mole-like in her inability to really properly behold him with his glassy blue gaze but she was happy enough to feed Lucius liquorice and for that he was glad, content to curl up on her old, dusty lap and receive her strokes while he snoozed. Then, of course, he encountered the problem that was extricating himself from the old trolley lady who clearly thought that she was going to abduct him. Lucius felt that his precious Kieran would be proud if he knew he had brought no real harm to the trolley lady. He’d bitten her but she didn’t seem to feel it. Surely that was fine?
From there on in, the ferry was the only way – then a few more trains and a brisk walk but who was paying attention?
Needless to say, the bay window in the warm was well-deserved for making it all that way. His precious Kieran’s mother was also a well-deserved gift – happy to give Lucius double cream and tuna rather than kibble like the evil Moo Elf was going to. Kieran’s Missie was even being vaguely pleasant. Needless to say, however, circumstances had changed and where there had been jubilation, palpable sadness had been replaced that even made the window seat seem undesirable.
As a result, since he had followed Bridget down from her bedroom that morning, Lucius had been keeping a careful eye on his master, unimpressed when both Miss Missie and Mr Ellie had retired to their rooms. He had taken up residence on the back of the couch thereafter, using the vantage point as a place to view the events that were rapidly beginning to unfold.
Lucius had rapidly come to the conclusion that blondes were trouble, Miss Missie included to Lucius’ quiet dismay. However, his Miss Missie was not a troublemaker in the sense that the Mrs Ivanov was, it seemed, and Lucius narrowed his eyes at her when she began her spiel. If it was possible, the cat raised his eyebrows in dubious concern, watching with rapt attention as the Robin who wasn’t a bird approached his precious Kieran.
The connection of the Robin who wasn’t a bird’s fist to his precious Kieran’s nose set Lucius into motion and before anyone could really react the feline had flown across the room and had sank his teeth into the foot of the Robin who wasn’t a bird, confirming for himself that bird, the Robin was not.
How dare you hurt my hairy butt, Lucius thought viciously. The Robin who wasn’t a bird would pay for that. Stoopid non-bird hooman.
(OOC: I have no regrets)
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