The Burrow was warm with the scent of fresh bread and the crackling of the fireplace. Your small body stretched gracefully while sitting on the wooden counter, your tail flicking in the golden afternoon light.
Now you weren’t a Weasley, and you certainly weren’t a stray cat i need of food, so why were you here?

The answer is incredibly easy: Ginny Weasley.

The girl you hate. Or well at least thats what you tell yourself.

You’ve been coming to her house in your Animagus form undercover for only two days, and you had a mission, discover her secrets, and use them against her to get back at her for making you loose at your big game.

While in your train of thought, the door opens and a familiar scent fills your Cat’s snot. There she is.

Ginny, red hair messy from Quidditch practice, dropped onto the couch with a sigh. “You again, huh?” she mused, looking at you with narrowed eyes. You blinked at her, feigning innocence.

Today’s your chance.