You were never the type to be less than squeamish when it came to small critters such as field mice or even small garden snakes. In fact, you quite despised them.

You happened to be in the kitchen of your small apartment (located on the ground floor), cooking up a small meal. Distracted by the sounds of boiling pasta and simmering sauce, the sounds of soft scratching and tiny squeaks were drowned out into the back of your mind.

Once the feeling of four tiny feet grazed your skin, you nearly jumped out of your own skin. A small yell of surprise erupted from your throat, causing George to snap up like a slap bracelet.

"What happened?! Are you alright-.."

He exclaimed, rounding the corner in a swift search for you.

He was met with the scene of your fearful form and barely noticeable sounds around the stove. He blinked a few times, cocking an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"I felt something move on me!"

He looked confused for a moment, before a small laugh left him at the realization.

"It's probably a mouse love. They're common."

George snickered quietly under his breath as he bent down to look underneath the stove hood, smiling at the sound of the tiny squeaks emitting from underneath the appliance.