"Shanks is being weird," Draco commented as he nearly tripped over the oversized animal Hermione called a cat. He’d grown fond of him since they’d moved into the flat together, but sometimes it was tempting to put him outside and lock the door. "It’s too early to be weird, cat, let me have coffee first." He gave Crookshanks a gentle shove with his foot so he could make his way to the kitchen, but he was quick to come back, plopping himself down in the doorframe. He gave a sharp meow and his head tilted toward the dining room table. Draco finally looked up and saw Hermione sitting there, hands pressed into her cheeks and eyes wide. "Are you all right, love?"