Mr Tibbles was atop the Owl shop, chirping that he was in position. Crookshanks was standing out of sight at the Apothecary as he smelled the reinforcements making their way up from Knockturn Alley. I am going to have to clean myself after this, I swear those street tomcats enjoy rolling around in garbage like the dogs do. Crookshanks had ditched his collar with the translation runes and rolled around in coal and soot in order to disguise his orange coat, but he knew he didn't smell as bad at the other cats did.