The shop was quiet, and she had taken the opportunity to let a few of her more curious creatures roam freely under her watchful eye. Among them was a particularly spirited Kneazle kitten, a mischievous little thing that had an uncanny ability to slip through even the smallest cracks in the enclosure. She was half tempted to keep it rather than include it in the stock - but she had been warned that that was a slippery slope that would lead to her keeping every animal in the store.

As she turned her back for just a moment, she heard a faint scuttle and realized with a start that the Kneazle kitten had darted out of the shop’s open door just as a Hogwarts bound student entered, straight onto the bustling High Street. Maddie rushed out after it, her eyes scanning the ground frantically. She spotted it just as it darted between the legs of a passerby—a man who seemed far too engrossed in whatever had put that cocky grin on his face to notice what was right under his feet.

Her heart sank as she saw his foot come down perilously close to the kitten. Maddie let out a sharp gasp and hurried forward, her usual bright demeanor replaced by a mix of worry and protectiveness. "Watch out!" she called, as she reached out to steady the man and stop him putting his other foot down. She gently but quickly nudged him aside, kneeling down to scoop the tiny Kneazle into her hands, cradling it against her chest. The kitten let out a small, indignant mew, but seemed otherwise unharmed, much to her relief.

Maddie stood, her eyes flashing with a rare glint of annoyance as she looked up at Don Juan. "You nearly trampled my Kneazle," she said, her voice snipped. "You need to watch where you're going. These little ones can get underfoot so easily."