Post by juniper minerva mcgonagall on May 14, 2022 21:39:47 GMT -7
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May 14th, 2027
The best time of day to walk around in her cat form was early in the morning when the fog banks were still thick. Not only did it provide cover should she need to suddenly return to her human form, it also meant that no one else would be out and about. Aside from the occasional non-magical cat or rubbish truck, foggy mornings were devoid of all life. She enjoyed the way the humidity felt on her whiskers, as weird as that seemed to her normal brain, but it derived a sort of pleasure that she normally didn't get out of such weather. Then again, normally she'd be tucked into bed with her covers pulled up to her nose right now. There was still a few hours until she had to be to work, so climbing back into bed once she got home was definitely something she could do.
The fog had a way of settling into her fur that would eventually become damp. While it didn't bother her as a cat, it did the second she turned back. Retreating under her weighted blanket when she returned to her flat was one way to get rid of that feeling. That was easily the only downside she could find still as an animagus. Obviously there were times where she probably shouldn't be in that form, like in crowded areas or during harsh storms, but exploring on her own like a normal cat would was perfectly fine. She had conquered the challenge of becoming an animagus, she may as well do whatever she wanted with it.
This morning was like many other foggy mornings though, and the path she took around the couple of blocks she knew best was about as normal as it usually was. Aside from a humongous rat that flew off the top of a rubbish bin, it was a fairly pleasurable stroll. And talk about the exercise! As a cat, it took triple the amount of time to do the loop, her little legs padding along the stone pavers as fast as they'd let her. The only time one of these walks ever got hectic was if the weather turned or if a muggle cat lady tried to scoop her up and take her home. She loathed when that happened, because that meant she had to get creative to escape. Claws and teeth helped immensely, but some were more persistent than others. Today it was only the fat rat. Rounding the final corner to her flat, Juniper ducked into the empty side alley and returned to her human form. Giving it a few extra seconds for safety's sake, she popped back onto the street and went inside. Her bed was calling already.
juniper minerva mcgonagall ● 454 ● The Black Cat by Lothlorien
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