Aubrey was very aware of the cat still sitting there, too aware not to notice the way it looked surprised at him. He was used to the usual cat reactions to a hedgehog: hissing, swatting with paws, knew the ones common to Slytherin, like that one whose ear he’d tried to chew off that time... but this stillness and silent surveyance was unsettling, to say the least.
And the cat had not, as yet, so much as sniffed the iced bun. He’d always considered cats rather predatory, in his situation, but maybe they were dumber than he’d thought. Very deliberately, then, Aubrey lowered his mouth to his half of the bun and took a big bite, chewing as if to say it’s for eating, you bloody idiot.
If the cat was going to try and eat him, he’d rather they got on with that, too.
And the cat had not, as yet, so much as sniffed the iced bun. He’d always considered cats rather predatory, in his situation, but maybe they were dumber than he’d thought. Very deliberately, then, Aubrey lowered his mouth to his half of the bun and took a big bite, chewing as if to say it’s for eating, you bloody idiot.
If the cat was going to try and eat him, he’d rather they got on with that, too.
Formerly known as Davis, Elijah Urquart's pet hedgehog.