Fighting like Cats and Dogs || Minerva + Sirius || July 18th
When Padfoot looked up from his coughing the cat was several paces away and staring back at him with her wide curious eyes. Sirius was mildly disappointed she was choosing to run away, he had hoped for more of a scuffle, some visible sign of her irritation at his actions. Her relaxed and amused demeanor irritated him and though it might not have been her intention his old professor was goading him to a chase. Front paws were splayed out in front of him once more, rump lifted up into the air tail waving in excitement Padfoot tracked McGonagall’s movements with his sharp black eyes. He hadn’t considered that the thoughtful and calculating pause of Padfoot’s actions might give his humanity away.
As she continued on her way Padfoot’s hindquarters settled onto the pavement in wait, his long face settling between his paws, he tried his best to seem as though he had lost interest that he wouldn’t follow. Though he tried his best to lull the cat into a false sense of security his eyes were the giveaway to his ridiculous plan. He tracked her as she moved away, thirty feet down the sidewalk Padfoot let out a growl that turned to a bark and bounded after the tiny animal.
Minerva could feel the dogs eyes on her as she padded down the street softly. It unnerved her, if she was honest. Very rarely did a dog act in this manner, especially one so large as this. It clearly didn't have an owner, teaching it to behave.
All of a sudden, she heard a bark, and Minerva turned her head to see the dog chasing after her. If anyone ever heard the mewling noise she made, she would have died of embarrassment.
Various possibilities went through her mind, and Minerva chose the option that was least dangerous for herself; she ran to the closest tree and climbed up it.
Sitting on a branch that she hoped was out of the dogs reach, she hissed down at it. The glare that she used to quell students was directed at the dog. If it'd been a person on the receiving end of that glare, they'd know they were in trouble. She just hoped the dog would sense that too.
Minerva wouldn't bet on it, however. She knew the time was coming when she'd have to change back into human form. That alone would curb the dogs impulses to chase her, she was sure. If not, she'd at least be capable of escaping it without another lick.
