Aubrey came to, blinking, a little unsteady -

As soon as he remembered the cat attack, he craned his neck about, looking this way and that for the culprit, his mouth dry from the cat fur. He let out a little shaky sigh-squeak of relief when he saw he was once again free of it - and free, it looked like, the girl must have put him down. Aubrey tested out his legs, a little wobbly from being hit by the stunning spell. Still, free meant... free to get away, unimpeded. Live another day.

Merlin, why didn't they kill all cats?

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