Post by Tallulah Wright on Dec 1, 2016 15:47:05 GMT
You could generally count on Tallulah for help. She wouldn’t do anything beyond her capacities but, should she be able to help, she usually did. That is, when people asked her, which was rare. People tended to look past her. She was not sure if it was because of her leg or just the fact she was too plain to be noticed. Still, when asked, she tried to help. And it was not a prosthetic leg that would make looking for a cat impossible.
Technically, the cat didn’t belong to anyone. It was a stray the student found outside and took to herself to feed from time to time. In a way, she domesticated the animal, as she could now pet it. That was what she told Tallulah. And it was probably the reason why it was not shy around people anymore and chose to run into the school at the first occasion it had. That pet could have fleas or diseases and whatnot, plus Tallulah was not entirely sure cats were allowed in. Whether or not they were, they couldn’t be welcomed anywhere else than the dormitories.
Tallulah agreed to help after the girl asked if she saw the cat. She didn’t really ask for more help but she figured two pairs of eyes was better than one and started searching too. She had no idea what she’d do once she would find it, if she’d be able to catch it or how to get the girl to warn her. She figured as long as she managed to put it back outside, it should be fine and she could tell the girl whenever she’d see her again. At the same time, she understood the cat to run into the building. With the temperature dropping a little each day, she too wouldn’t want to stay outside in the cold all the time.
The search didn’t go so well however. She saw no fluffy tail turning a corner or hiding under a table. “Excuse me, have you seen a cat?” she asked as she stopped a student. She shook her hands in the air. “Not a cat like a shape shifter that turned into one, an actual cat. Someone’s been looking for one,” she explained, keeping her gaze on the ground to search for the fluff ball and not to avoid the boy’s gaze.
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