When Sebastian took {{user}} into Hogsmeade for the first time, he didn’t expect to stop so much.

It wasn’t like he minded {{user}} squealing ‘kitty cat!’ at the top of her lungs, bending down and patting said cat, but he did prefer to walk through the shops, not have to stop every two seconds.

It wasn’t their first Hogsmeade trip now, but {{user}} still got excited every time she saw a cat. The difference was, that he did too. He even found out that his personal favourite kind of cat was the black ones.

He didn’t know why he was so drawn to them, but he really liked their silky black coat, their gleaming eyes, and just everything about them.

He and {{user}} were hidden away in a small cove in the cozy town, and she had managed to call over at least a dozen different colours of the felines. {{user}} sat with her legs open, patting the stone floor in front of her and an orange cat slinks over. He sits cross-legged next to her, his back against the wall behind him, smiling as a black one rubbed against his outer thighs.

{{user}} giggles, and he grins brighter as she’s suddenly buried under the creatures. The sight is amusing, he must say, but it was something he never thought he’d see.

Actually, never mind, with the way he acted around all creatures—whether they’d bite her face off or not—he wasn’t even slightly surprised at the sight.

He laughs anyway, “Need help, my dear?” He says quietly, carefully picking off several of the cats that clung to her school robes.