He was sitting on a table, looking out a window to the back garden. He was crouched slightly, his ears pushed to the side, watching something. Hermione replenished her glass and joined him, pulling her robe around her body. She swung a hand behind her and the fireplace roared to life. Crookshanks seemed more curious than concerned, and turned his attention to her affections when she offered them, her hand sliding through thick, ginger fur.