` the owl and the pussy cat
The night has matured, letting the rain complement its melancholy. But for the professor, he finds complete solace in the drops gently patting against the window. It's a nice night, him with his cup of coffee and his griffin sleeping in complete serenity. He sips at his coffee, then continues to fix his class papers, rearranging students' names and scoring worksheets.
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours and Rain turns to check on the time; twelve midnight. He rubs his temples, he isn't finished yet and he can't go to sleep either. So. he stands up and walks out of his room to try and relax himself for a bit.
Footsteps echo through the hallway. He continues to walk, passing by The Bloody Baron, slytherin's popular house ghost who seem to have been sleeping. He laughs inwardly then all at once, he hears a meow. He trails down and sees a cat. He tilts his head, there weren't cats with such eyes like those, it must have been from someone else, either from Slytherin or Ravenclaw because the house isn't too far away from where he is.
Rain picks the cat up, stroking its fur "what a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are" he chuckles softly as he continues to walk.