Not my best day of the year.. (Brianna)

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"Hamlet, no!" Jamison called at his old gray cat as he ran off with a chocolate in his mouth. The old cat was getting older by the second and Jamison was sure that chocolate wouldn't do wonders for his health. Jamison poked his head out of his dorm to see where his cat had gotten to, but it was to late. He had to be out of the common room by this point. Jamison pushed his reading book on his bed. That mangy cat was always getting on his nerves! It was sort of comical actually. Jamison was getting upset over a silly cat when the world was turning upside down and inside out. Sometimes, Jamison tried to forget that fact, but it wasn't that easy. He tried to look on the bright side of things, but of course that was easier said than done. Jamison quickly there on his jeans and favorite blue shirt and jacket. It was Sunday and he had finished all his studies for the time being. Of course, Jamison would come back to his studies later, but he really needed to fine his stupid cat.

Jamison raced out of the common room. He was concerned for the cat, but more for his sister. What would Wendi say if the cat she had loved for years suddenly died? Wendi had such a tender heart and had known the cat maybe more than half her life. She was such an animal activist and she hated to see animals injured or hurt. Jamison could imagine the look on her face and that's why he was looking for the cat. As silly as he may have looked, Jamison had to do this for Wendi. He could be doing so many other things at the moment like hanging out with his friends and things of that sort. But, Jamison loved Wendi more than anything and he could never let her down.

"Hamlet." Jamison called quietly now on one of the corridors. He was somewhere around the fourth floor and still no sign of the cat. Jamison then decided to take out his wand and shoot spells to make secret passages appear that Hamlet could be hiding in. But, the cat was a no show and Jamison had to laugh at himself a bit. Suddenly, he neared a corner still calling out the cats name. Jamison could swear he was now hearing a faint meow in the distance. He neared the corner when suddenly he hit someone or something hard. Jamison stopped as he nearly fell back. His eyes landed on a girl now sprawled on the floor. For a second, his eyes blurred and Jamison couldn't tell who it was. "Are you Kay?" He asked through a small mist in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He offered his hand down to the girl he still couldn't tell who.

[aithne]

That morning was a lazy one- all of Brianna’s roommates all either had Quidditch practise, special classes, or something else that Brianna wasn’t included in. Usually on these days Brianna would simply scribble away in her special book for scribbling, though on that morning she felt like doing something else. What it was, she wasn’t sure, but she had no doubt that if she searched hard enough for it then it would surely come, right?
However, half an hour later Brianna finally gave up in doing something interesting. She had already searched every corner of the fist, second and third floors, as well as the grounds and the school library. Nothing fascinating had appealed to her so she continued, a little less enthusiastically, on her little adventure.

So Brianna walked, bored, down the tapered corridor of the fourth floor, unsure where to go or what to go. She kept checking the walls beside her for that room she had once found- the one she had entered when nearing her major Charms exam. She smiled as she recalled the room, which had contained her favourite white couch from her choice place in Diagon Alley, as well as every single book on Charms, all for her level and ability. Brianna couldn’t recall which floor the room had been on but ever since that time had been looking out for it all the time, wherever she went. Regrettably, as Brianna neared the corner which basically ended the corridor she still saw plain wall wherever she glanced, and she looked hard enough- her dark, brown eyes were narrowed slightly and they scanned the wall hard for any sign on door, other than that of an empty classroom. She couldn’t see anyone- they probably all had something better to do than wander around corridors aimlessly like herself, and Brianna sighed hopelessly as she began to turn around.

As she did so she caught sight of someone-no, two people, at the end of the corridor. One seemed about her age and had knocked a second year Gryffindor over, and as she neared the two she recognised the boy.
“Jamison!” She took in the situation, the sprawled second year on the floor. Jamison had his hand held out to the girl, who glared at it before running off down the corridor, out of sight. Brianna smiled, laughing a little. “Hmm, not so good with the girls now, are we? Must have had something to do with knocking her over I’d say. Want to chat? I am bored to death and have been wandering round for ages looking for something to do.” She didn’t know Jamison too well- he was in her year, she knew, but the two hadn’t really talked properly before. All she knew about him was that he was interested in music and played guitar, and she also remembered he had a cat, an old grey male who had once beaten Brianna’s pink Puffskein in a little fight, before Brianna could break them up.

((Mwahahaha. You thought it would be Bri on the floor :-{))

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Jamison watched the little second year run away. He really didn't mean to hurt her feelings. It was an accident. Jamison shrugged and wiped the confused look off his face. He heard someone say something and Jamison turned quickly towards the voice. He shrugged at Brinna as he words weren't very true and foreign as he wasn't very girl crazy. "I don't think you can say I've ever been good with the girls." He said thinking about it. He hoped he had never acted insincere around them as he didn't want to be that sort of guy. Jamison wiped the serious look off his face and replaced it with a smile as the whole situation was pretty humorous. He could never say he had been very graceful, but he didn't usually knock people over. Jamison looked at Brianna. Yes, that had know each other for years, but had not really gotten to know each other too well. When he was younger, Jamison stuck around a small group of friends, but now he had several. However, for some reason most were in Ravenclaw. That's just how it was. Jamison hadn't ever spend too much time with Brianna, but maybe now was his chance.

He looked at Brinna for a second. "Can't unless you want to help me find my cat, Hamlet." He said tracing the corridor with his eyes looking for the old cat. However, he didn't see a sign of gray cat hair anywhere. Jamison placed his had over his forehead for a second. "Wendi will be so upset if I don't find that stupid cat." He said out loud picturing her little face when he told her. Wendi had such a bright personality and was such an animal activist.She hated seeing as much as a worm hurt. It tore her little heart to pieces when she learned they would be transfiguring toads in later years. Wendi couldn't stand to see someone as much as poke an animal before she got upset. It was Jamison's job to take care of her and keeping her happy was one of those things. Jamison's grandparents were old and needed Wendi safe. So, Jamison was the only person that had to turn to. Wendi was his responsibility and he couldn't let her down.

Jamison glanced back at Brinna. "Well, will you help me? " He asked again knowing time was of the essence. Again, Jamison traced the halls with his eyes only disappointed to find again no trace of a cat. It seemed that old thing was mocking him in a way. Jamison had Hamlet for years and Wendi had known him as long as she could remember. As silly as it sounded, that cat meant a lot to both of them. Jamison waited sort of painterly for Brianna to respond.

(Clever.. )

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Brianna smiled at Jamison’s answer, readily accepting. “Definitely! That’s the old grey, right?” She questioned, sharp brown eyes already flitting around the corridors. She didn’t know much about Jamison but did know he had a sister, and her name was indeed Wendi. Brianna smiled, seeing how Jamison must be feeling frustrated. She nodded, though since she didn’t have a younger sister, wasn’t really all that sure what it must mean to upset one. Brianna only had her older, non-magical sister Lana and the two were always fighting. Not in a mean way, not really, but playfully with a little harmfulness thrown in. Brianna winced as remembered the silent treatment she had received from Lana when Brianna was invited to this magical world with brooms and wands, and Lana wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t long before the two made up again but Brianna did feel a little sorry for Lana who was stuck in the boring, grey world of the muggles. Brushing the thoughts from her mind Brianna smiled reassuringly at Jamison and slowly walked forward, talking as she did so.

“I know how hard it must be if Wendi lost him- not trying to make you more frustrated, stop me if i…here kitty kitty! Stop me if I am. But I have my own little Puffskein, Alico, and she means the world to me…Hamlet! Erm…walkies? Fish?” Brianna spoke in between calling for the cat, thinking with a confused frown what cats liked. “Wouldn’t know what I would do if i- hey! Isn’t that her-him?” Brianna shouted, a little louder than she meant to. But no, what she had guessed to be the cat’s grey tail was actually just an odd spear-like weapon which was being held by a statue of armour, and all Brianna had seen at first was the weapon. She smiled apologetically and looked around again, speaking still. “Sorry- thought that was him. Does he have any markings or something similar? It may make it easier to find him then, though I am not the best at looking for missing cats, mind you.” She smiled and waited for Jamison to answer, al the while studying each nook and cranny of the narrow corridors. Several paintings were looking amused at the two, and one old man in black with a feather from his red hat sniffed as though looking for cats was like eating horse manure. Which, of course, it was not.

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Jamison nodded nicely. "None other." He said calmly. It seemed many Ravenclaws knew of his pet as Hamlet loved the common room and usual hated the dorm. Still, Jamison usually kept him there. Hamlet was too old to lurk around the castle. Actually, Jamison was just scared of what would happy if the stupid cat got lost. Jamison then remembered that Hamlet was out in the castle now and didn't know where anything was. Jamison felt a bit of pressure forced on him and had to scold himself for not letting Hamlet learn his way around the castle in his younger years. But, of course Jamison hadn't in that resulted in the lovely current situation. Jamison snapped his eyes out of the gaze they held towards the ceiling. His eyes focused on Brianna. He then stared walking hoping to find his pet. He didn't really want the cat back himself, even though that might seem hurtful. No, this was for Wendi and her animal love that never seemed to go away in all the years she had been alive. Jamison remembered one time by the lake when Wendi had gone into murky water and a leech had clenched onto her skin. Jamison had been disgusted on the situation, but knew this happened often in the lake they were currently. When their grandfather reached to take it off of the little eight year old, all she said was, "Take it, but please don't hurt it. Let it go. I promise, I can't really feel it." Since then, Jamison knew how serious this animal and inset loved was and promised himself never to forget it.

Jamison laughed a bit as Brianna went around calling things that would get a cat's attention. It was rather funny watching her. She seemed for quirky and it reminded Jamison a lot of Wendi as she never seemed normal. "She would hate it all right." Jamison said it his usual cool tone cocking his head in different directions looking down the corridors calmly. Jamison's smile widened as Brianna thought she saw Hamlet, but then decreased when she realized she hadn't. "No problem." He assured her scratching his ear a bit. He listened to her words and the shrugged upon hearing all of them. "Well, of course you know he is old, fat, and gray." He said tracing his mind for some characteristics of the cat. "Umm, I think he has a white spot on his left ear, it's a rather big smudge actually. He can prance pretty fast for his old age too." Jamison took a breath. "He does have a collar on Wendi got in London. It's blue with green emerald like stones surrounding it. The tag is emerald and says his name in black with our home address on it." He paused looking at Brianna walking further. They walked a bit further with still no Hamlet. "Well," He paused thinking. "If you are not a cat hunter, than what are you good at?" He asked both nicely and curiously. Jamison smiled waiting for an answer.