Hermione groaned, picking Crookshanks up and taking him to her bedroom to give him a bath. She wasn’t spared the vicious attack of a cat thrown in the water, and her hands were now littered with bloody scratches. When she finished washing him and wrapped him up in a towel, Crookshanks mewled sadly in her arms like the drama queen he was. She brought him down to the living room and sat him in front of the fire so he could warm up a bit.