Post by Queety White on May 28, 2009 22:19:22 GMT -5
One of the downsides to having a lot of cats was the fact that she had to feed them. On her own galleon. It was not like working at the school allowed her an unlimited amount of cat food. There was just enough for her to eat. Thus, every once in a while, she had to run down to Magical Menagerie and get HUGE bags of cat food for her cats. And if spending her hard earned cash on that food was painful enough, she then had to transport them back to her room in the castle. I was not as simple as using some teleportation charm or something. Even if there was such a thing, Queety would not know it well enough to perform. Thus, she had to do things the old fashioned way, holding them with her own hands.
As she walked into the shop, she made her way down the familiar aisle. She reached up to grab the bags from the top shelf. She was thankful for her height. Wearing the heels she had on that day, her height was six feet, making reaching top shelves quite easy. As she pulled the first bag off, it immediately fell to the ground missing her toes by mere centimeters. Queety sighed and then reached up for a second bag. This time, she was able to get a firm grip on it and not drop it. She placed it down gently on top of the first bag.
Queety then stood up straight and sighed. Holding one was difficult enough but holding two was going to be a disaster. Not to mention, she had to apparate with both bags to Hogsmeade and then walk all the way back to the castle. She really wished she knew some sort of magical way to make this a heck of a lot easier than it was. However, she had done this many times before and she would do it again. She thought of the faces of her cats, staring up at her in hunger and that was enough motivation for her to reach down and lift both large bags again. However, as she held them both in her hands, she could not see too well what was in front of her. She slowly took small steps forward, hoping she would not run into anything or anyone.
As she walked into the shop, she made her way down the familiar aisle. She reached up to grab the bags from the top shelf. She was thankful for her height. Wearing the heels she had on that day, her height was six feet, making reaching top shelves quite easy. As she pulled the first bag off, it immediately fell to the ground missing her toes by mere centimeters. Queety sighed and then reached up for a second bag. This time, she was able to get a firm grip on it and not drop it. She placed it down gently on top of the first bag.
Queety then stood up straight and sighed. Holding one was difficult enough but holding two was going to be a disaster. Not to mention, she had to apparate with both bags to Hogsmeade and then walk all the way back to the castle. She really wished she knew some sort of magical way to make this a heck of a lot easier than it was. However, she had done this many times before and she would do it again. She thought of the faces of her cats, staring up at her in hunger and that was enough motivation for her to reach down and lift both large bags again. However, as she held them both in her hands, she could not see too well what was in front of her. She slowly took small steps forward, hoping she would not run into anything or anyone.