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Ever since the ball, Allison had been dying for another run-in with the elusive feline who kept popping up amongst their little group (herself, Dani and Max) at unlikely times and dropping warnings about the Moone sisters, hinting that it knew more than it let on. She was doing her best not to appear like a crazy cat lady whenever she saw a black cat in public and attempted to draw them into a conversation—if she just crouched down and greeted it with a simple, “Hello,” she would seem like any animal-lover meeting a stray on the street, while at the same time offering the potential informant to reveal itself with a quiet greeting of its own.
After everything, her effort was probably wasted on all that fuss when the mystery cat themself approached her on their own. Of course it had just waited for the opportune moment to strike, when she was alone. “Hi,” she said, automatically smiling; as serious as the topic they meant to discuss was, she couldn’t ignore how silly it felt to be having an honest conversation with a cat. “So, what gives?” she asked, forcing herself to sober up. “You’ve warned us about the sisters, but why? What else do you know?”
