Winter Charm

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

((Occ: I have found a way to make it snow. In the Harry Potter universe, there is a countercurse called Meteolojinx Recanta that dissipates weather spells. I suppose, therefore, that Meteolojinx must be a weather-effect spell.))
Mimiko crossed the grounds, dressed in a thick blue coat and a matching scarf. She got strange looks from the few students gathered about, and she smiled inwardly at her own secret. It was a chilly day, but not chilly enough for a thick wool coat and scarf. Even her loyal tabby, Sir-Pounce-A-Lot, was dressed in a scarf, and padded along behind her.
She ventured a ways into the Forest, away from the prying eyes of students and teachers alike. She pulled out her wand and muttered, "Meteolojinx!"
The sky above her gathered clouds, and soft snowflakes began to drift down. Mimiko sat on a log and stared up at the sky, smiling.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Today was the perfect day for flying. Not too hot, not too cold, the sun shining and lighting the way, and a small breeze topped it all off. This is why Doyle was currently flying through the air, heading towards the Forest. Delia, his tiny sleek black cat, rode on the back, just above the bristles of the firebolt. She loved riding with him on flights like these. He smiled to himself. The feeling of flying, with the wind blowing in your face, just couldn't be beat. He felt at home up here.

Until it suddenly turned freezing cold. Snow drifted down from clouds that had definitely not been there before. He shivered. This was not good flying conditions. If he didn't land soon, he could put Delia in danger. She meowed at him, clearly freezing her tail off, so he picked her up and stuffed her into his shirt, under his sleeveless jacket; a pointless piece of clothing but he liked it. Landing carefully on the ground, he looked around. Weather like this could only be caused by a spell. Right near the edge of the forest, he spotted someone sitting on a log. He walked closer and noticed that it was the charms professor, Mimiko Katsuragi. "Mimiko, hey!" he called out. "You didn't cause this, did you?"

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko laughed as Sir-Pounce-A-Lot bounced around in the snow, swatting at snowflakes. "Pouncy loves the snow. We wanted a nice vacation from the sprawling green of the castle."

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle shivered and rubbed his arms with his hands. His flying gloves gave some friction to heat up his freezing limbs. The cold was all fine and good, he supposed, but the snow was bringing up memories he thought he had blocked out. "Yeah, it's alright I guess. The cold, I mean. Never liked snow myself." He tried to smile down at the woman. "But fatcat over there does look like he's enjoying himself."

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"Fatcat? Pardon?" She glanced at her cat. "Ah. You mean Pouncy. Yes. He does love his snow. It's kind of a reward for dealing with my students."

[Doyle Blackwell]

"Yes, I call him fatcat. Whenever I see him around the castle he comes over, begging for treats. So you bring him to class with you? Hm, Delia would probably like to come to mine sometime." Hearing her name, Delia wiggled around and poked her head up through the neckhole of Doyle's shirt. "Ah, speak of the tiny devil and she shall appear!"

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"Awww!" Mimiko's eyes lit up at the smaller cat. "She's adorable!" She reached over and patted her on top of her head.

[Doyle Blackwell]

"Her name is Delia. My nephew gave her to me when he and his family found her in Egypt. They travel a lot so they can't take care of pets. She's not used to the cold of snow yet." He stroked the top of her head, just behind her left ear, and she started to purr.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"Does she need a scarf?" Mimiko asked, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a small swatch of pink fabric. She had been meaning to take it into Hogsmeade to get it matched, so thatshe could make another scarf for herself, but if a cat was in need she was happy to help.

[Doyle Blackwell]

"I think she'd love you forever if you're willing to give it to her." He took her out of his shirt and held her in his palms. Delia started to purr at Mimiko, looking at the scarf with high hopes of being warm soon.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko wrapped the swatch around her, tying it in a knot. "There. All better." She patted Delia on the head. "Every kitty should have a scarf. Sir-Pounce-A-Lot has always had one."

[Doyle Blackwell]

"Thanks," Doyle said and as Delia rubbed against Mimiko's hand he added, "and Delia thanks you too." He let the kitten jump out of his hands and onto the snow-covered ground where she was almost swallowed up by the deep snow. She made her way through the snow over to fatcat, where she tried to get the older cat to play with her. Doyle looked back to Mimiko. "Did you make those scarves yourself? They look handmade."

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of a hobby. It gives me something to do at home, after grading papers." She smiled as Pouncy jumped away from Delia. egging her on toward a large snow drift.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle watched Delia take Pouncy's bait and follow him toward the snow drift. He shook his head; if she was that guillable, he wasn't going to say anything. "They look very nice. The only 'hobby' I have is flying, so I'm not exactly a well-rounded person." He laughed at himself. "But at least I don't have any annoying papers to grade!"

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"You're the lucky one then, Mr. Flying Professor." She smiled. Pouncy climbed atop the snow drift and then promptly fell fully into it, due to his weight. His head popped up only seconds later, mewling.