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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.