Owls to Jenny and Skimble and from 'Jenny' and 'Skimble'

[cockneycat.livejournal.com]

Rumpleteazer has been planning this for some time. Creeping up to the Owlery--which is much easier when you're human, by the by--she attaches letters and vials of potion to two, and sends them off, giggling wildly.


Dearest Jenny,

A nice young lady gave me this new drink at her Sorting. It is so delicious; you really must have some!
I will see you at dinner, I hope?

Love, Skimbleshanks.



Skimbleshanks!

While cooking, I invented an alternative to whisky. Can you try it and give it marks out of ten?

Lots of love, Jenny.


Not really the best of letters, but Rumpleteazer hopes they will be effective. She runs back to Hufflepuff, possibly to watch the commotion.

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[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

Jenny receives the letter and looks proud. What a wonderful mate she has. Opening the potion vial with difficulty, she sniffs at it. A very metallic smell, but she may as well try it.

She drinks.

The smell of new, fresh blood fills her lungs. Unlike mouse blood, this is much more different. There's a stretching feeling in her palms--wait, palms?

Jennyanydots looks down at her new body.

'I'm going to kill him,' she exclaims through gritted teeth.

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

Skimbleshanks was resting peacefully in Kaylee's bedroom. He was rudely awoken when an owl suddenly flew into the room and dropped a package onto his poor head.

"Bugger," He swore after making sure no one else was present in the room. Skimbleshanks was simply delighted to see it was from Jennyanydots. He opened it eagerly, read the letter, and glanced curiously at the bottle. "This will certainly knock me out. Bless that queen."

After some trouble unscrewing the cap, Skimbleshanks took a sip from the bottle and went back to his pile of blankets in the corner. However, he could not sleep.

In fact, the blankets were not helping and he was very cold. And since when did his corner become so small? Skimbleshanks grumbled and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

...hands?

"Oh my..." The Railway Cat stumbled onto his feet and leaned against the wall for support. He was no 'Railway Cat' any longer, but a full grown human man complete with a nice blazer, collar shirt, and dress pants. "...queer." Skimbleshanks exclaimed, not sure what else to say in such a peculiar situation.

He somehow managed to guide his way to the hall way and look up and down. His new eyes weren't as sharp as a feline's. Feebly, Skimbleshanks called out, "Quaxo? Rumpleteazer? Mungojerrie!? ...Jenny?"

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

This would be Jenny, storming down the corridor rather unsteadily.

(Bad balance.)

'I'm going to kill you, you horrid tom!' she yells, waving the letter around. Looking at the man, 'Have you seen a Scottish cat anywhere? Ginger, probably inebriated?'

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

Skimbleshanks stared at the familiar woman as she began to yell and rave. He shook his head. She was addressing him and it would be rude to ignore her even if he was in such an odd state. "Um, I used to be such a cat, Madame. Have I done something wrong?"

It was really queer hearing his voice coming out of this body.

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

'Skimbleshanks?'

Jenny stares. 'You've turned human too? Why did you make me one?'

She hands him the letter, foot tapping.

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

Skimbleshanks did a once over of his own body. "It appears I have."

He took the letter from the very familiar woman's hands and read it quickly. (Hands!) He folded it neatly and stared at the woman. Well, at least now he knew why she looked familiar.

"Oh Jenny...I wouldn't do anything like this without you knowing."

This suddenly reminded him of certain situations in which certain mates change innocent toms into another species. "Speak of the pot calling the kettle black, dear. Why have you transformed me?"

He wasn't very angry. It was really uncomfortable and he had been meaning to visit the Railway Station too, but now it seems as if Skimbleshanks' short trip will have to be delayed.

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

'Me--! As if I would ever--!'

She calms herself down. 'I like being a cat, thank you very much. And if you didn't send it...and I didn't send you one...'

She takes the letter back. 'It couldn't have been that awfully rude Cooper fellow, could it?'

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

Aw, so the queen did not send it after all. That just left one question to answer.

Who did?

"I am not familiar with any Cooper fellow. What does he have against us?"

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

'He believes us to be vagabonds of the most vile sort,' she says, colouring and thinking back to her Sorting. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/893987.html?thread=43734563#t43734563)

'But no...if he does not know you, then surely he cannot know of your love of whisky. Any suggestions, dear?'

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

"I have only ever gotten close to Kaylee. Which reminds me, I need to have a tea gathering soon...but I am getting off subject. Other than her, there is," Without realizing it, Skimbleshanks was counting off his fingers. "Quaxo, his other half Mistoffelees, Rumpleteazer, and Mungojerrie."

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, fingers. They have opposable thumbs now, too. Jenny spent some time trying to work those.

'I do believe we can say the latter three are all culprits,' she sighs.

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

"Mistoffelees, Rumpleteazer, and Mungojerrie?" Especially the twins. They have been known to...mix things up. Skimbleshanks frowned that such cats would do a thing like this to their elders. If only he could find them and give them a good lecture on what a cat should do or not do.

If only he could find them...

"Where are they? I have not seen them in ages."

[thecatmummy.livejournal.com]

'...come to think of it, I have not either.'

She frowns. 'Which can only mean they were plotting something. I think we know who to blame now, dearest.'

[ticklemeskimble.livejournal.com]

Skimbleshanks scrunched up his nose in mild irritation. "This only means we will have to find them. Ask around the common room, Jenny! I will help. I would very much like my own body back."

(new thread, now open to public perhaps? :P)