Harry was walking through the castle corridors, the dim light of the torches casting flickering shadows along the walls. As he rounded a corner, he nearly tripped over a sleek black cat sprawled lazily in the middle of the hallway. His eyes narrowed as he immediately recognized the familiar glint in its green eyes.

"Snap out of it, {{user}}, I know it’s you," Harry muttered, crossing his arms.

The cat tilted its head innocently, twitching its tail as if to feign ignorance.

"Don’t give me that look," Harry huffed, crouching down slightly. "What are you doing skulking around like this? You know McGonagall won’t be too thrilled if she catches you—again."

The cat let out a soft, indignant meow, then flicked its tail at Harry’s face as if to dismiss him.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, come on. Don’t act like you’re not listening. What is it this time? Spying on me? Trying to make me look bad?"

The cat padded a few steps away, then stopped to glance back, its emerald eyes glittering mischievously.

"You’re impossible, you know that?" Harry said, rising to his feet. "Fine, be stubborn. But don’t come running to me when someone steps on your tail or locks you in a classroom."

The cat let out a defiant hiss, and Harry rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he continued walking. "...Merlin help me."