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Wendall Layton

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“What do you even feed a cat?!” Wendall voice was strained as the second year tried his best to stop Nugget clawing at his face. Olives cat had to come to school with them now, but Wendall was delighted to have some more company even if it was overwhelming at times. He’d asked Lysander to join him in the kitchens so that he could help him locate some food; Lysander always seemed to know what to do with animals, having seen him homing a few already. The Hufflepuff was holding the black fluff ball under its front arms, pointing it face first around the room so that he could get a good look at what was going on, although he kept trying to struggle and Wendalls arms were quickly getting tired. Wendall didn’t want to risk putting Nugget down. Either he would go on the floor and run away or he’d go on the counter and get in trouble with the elves, no doubt after stealing his food. He looked across to the Gryffindor with a confused face, wondering if he should have gotten this creature a leash. “Do they like eggs?” He asked, eyeing up a large rack against the wall.
 

Lysander Summers

Young Adventurer • Beater Animal Lover • Hoarder
 
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Lysander was incredibly excited about Wendall having an animal of his own, finally. It was no secret that Sander loved animals, with how many he took care of alone, but there was more to it than that. It sometimes seemed as if people didn't really understand him because they'd never had an animal of their own to know what it was like. Elio hadn't understood him wanting to rescue Hopsprocket from the wild, while others didn't really seem to get why he considered Fuzzfeathers one of his best friends since he was "just an owl". He hadn't had that issue with Wendall. He was his best (human) friend, and being able to share the experiences of having an animal companion felt like it would make their friendship even better. Now seemed like the best time for it too, with Olive passing away. Lysander couldn't always be around to cheer Wendall up if he was ever down, as much as he wanted to, and now he had Nugget to keep him company every night. He just needed to learn how to properly hold a cat so it didn't hate him.

"Eggs?" Sander asked incredulously, following his friend's attention to the wall rack. "Um, not until they've hatched." He told him. He'd never known a cat to eat eggs, but they did love birds. It was one of the reasons he hadn't wanted one of his own. Not with his owl around. His sister's cat filled the feline void if he needed it, he just had to keep a close eye on him. He searched around the kitchens, noting how similar to Nana some of the other house-elves looked. "They like raw chicken, and fish, and...cat biscuits." He said, wondering if the elves had any of that they'd be able to share. Maybe not cat biscuits, because none of the students ate those, as far as he knew, but they probably had some meat they could duplicate for Nugget. He looked back at his friend with a small, almost concerned smile. "Are you okay holding him?" He asked. At this rate, he thought Wendall would get an eye taken out for a stray claw.​
 

Wendall Layton

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For a second Wendall forgot about where a chicken came from, and wondered why cats like to eat fried eggs, but then it hit him that he meant they prefer meat. He nodded at his friends suggestions, wandering through the kitchen trying to find something Nugget might be into, before he stopped in front of a plate of grilled chicken. No doubt it was actually for them for lunch, but so far Wendall hadn’t been successful at finding much else, and the creature in his hands was getting incredibly restless. “Mmhmm! Fine,” Of course, Wendall was not fine. The cat wiggled against him, and between his tired arms and inability to keep a tight grip on him, Nugget broke free and landed gracefully on the counter, helping himself to the plate of chicken. The second year was peering around the room, trying to position himself so that the elves wouldn’t notice what was happening. “I can’t take all this chicken,” he whispered to Lysander, hesitant even to pocket any of it for it either was destined for his own dinner or the bin considering the cat slobber it was picking up. He didn’t need that lining his pocket for weeks. “There’s got to be something else!” Taking the opportunity for Nugget to be distracted, the second year was pulling open random cupboards when the chefs weren’t looking, hoping to find those biscuits. “Would shortbread biscuits work?” He whispered, turning to look over his shoulder at the Gryffindor with a concerned look on his face. He liked those.
 

Lysander Summers

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"Ohkaaay then." Lysander responded with no attempt to hide the obvious doubt in his voice, or the dubious smile on his features. He watched the cat spring free from Wendall's arms, and couldn't help but snicker in amusement. It had only been a matter of time, but he'd enjoyed his friend's attempts to convince him otherwise. He took the opportunity to pet the cat while it ate someone else's dinner, and watched Wendall struggle to find something more suitable. "Shortbread could be good for a treat? I dunno about lunch and dinner." He responded with a small shrug. He felt like he should know, but from what he did know, they weren't meant to eat a lot of human foods. They had their own, special food. It tasted disgusting. He knew that for a fact. "My cats at home mostly have dry kibble or wet food, like fish flakes and stuff. Do you think we could ask the house-elves to make some cat food?" He asked, looking around the kitchen. The small elves already mostly seemed to have their hands full cooking for the people of the castle, but surely a bit extra for a cat wouldn't be too hard. "What about nuggets? He's called Nugget, so maybe Oli-" He paused, cutting himself off a bit too late. He didn't really know how to bring her up around Wendall, or if he should. It was so weird to think that the cool potion lady he used to stay with was just gone. He only saw her during the holidays, so the reality of her being gone forever hadn't quite hit him. "Maybe that's what he likes to eat?" It didn't seem like the best idea either, and he was almost certain his dad had said the skin was bad for most of the animals. "You know, my sister has a cat here, and she's in your house! If you want, I could ask her to share her food?" He offered. Their dad gave most of it to them anyway, so replacing it wouldn't be that hard.​
 

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