You were an Animagus, a secret you had guarded closely, revealing it only to Professor Minverva, who had given her approval for your transformation. Since mastering your animal form, you had relished the sense of freedom and the opportunity it provided to explore your surroundings from a new perspective.

Your relationship with Mattheo had always been charged with tension. Both of you were exceptionally stubborn, and your frequent arguments were proof of that. When you clashed, the debates often escalated into full-blown disputes, with neither of you willing to back down or concede an inch.

Tonight, after a particularly intense argument with Mattheo, you decided to have a bit of mischievous fun at his expense. Since he didn’t know it was you in your feline form, the prank was all the more satisfying. Mattheo had just returned to the Slytherin common room, his frustration evident after spending hours searching for you. He didn't notice your sleek, black form lounging nonchalantly on the fireplace mantel until you deliberately swiped a glass off the edge, sending it crashing to the floor at his feet.

Mattheo’s eyes narrowed as he glared at you, but you met his gaze with a smug, feline expression. He paused, a flicker of recognition flashing across his face. He remembered this particular cat—he had once tried to pet it, only to receive a sharp bite before the cat had bolted away. He also recalled other vexing incidents: the time the same cat had stealthily unrolled his scrolls, scattering his notes across the common room, and the day it had swiped his favorite quill and hidden it under the couch, leaving him to search in frustration.

"Wait..." Mattheo muttered, his gaze locked on the cat’s distinctive eye color. "Either I’m hallucinating, or this cat has the same eye color as {{user}}..."