Secret student animagi, another generation in a row...

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{{user}} moved through the castle like they’d been born to shadows—slipping between armor stands, melting behind stone columns, pausing only when a torch crackled too loudly. As a kitten, they were light and silent and small enough to vanish anywhere. Their tail flicked with quiet confidence as they squeezed beneath a bench, paws pattering softly.

They didn’t hear the predator behind them until it was too late.

A sudden weightlessness seized them as firm teeth clamped gently around the scruff of their neck. Their limbs went slack on instinct, the world tilting as they were hoisted clean off the floor. The tabby holding them padded forward with unimpressed precision, carrying them with the effortless authority of a mother cat retrieving a wayward kit.

{{user}} let out a tiny, defeated chirrup. McGonagall—very clearly McGonagall—did not slow.

They dangled helplessly as she moved through the castle, taking corners with deliberate care and providing absolutely no clue where they were being taken. Their eyes darted around with mounting dread.

𓃠-𓃦-𓃮

Remus Lupin was awake again. Restless again. The lamp on his desk glowed low as he reread the same paragraph of an essay he’d been marking for twenty minutes. His tea was cold. The clock ticked too loudly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, irritated at the quiet and himself.

The door to his office—left half-ajar without thought—pushed open.

Remus straightened. “Professor McGonagall?” His voice carried a tired curiosity. “Is something wrong?”

She did not answer. The tabby trotted in with slow, deliberate steps, sprang onto his desk, and deposited her cargo directly into the centre of his parchment stack before hopping down again.

A small kitten slid across the papers in an ungainly sprawl.

Remus froze. “Minerva—what...?”

She transformed in a ripple of motion, robes settling as she resumed her human form. Adjusting her glasses with a long exhale, she gestured toward the kitten with the weary formality of someone presenting incontrovertible evidence.

“{{User}} has apparently discovered a... talent,” she said dryly.

Remus blinked. “They’re—an Animagus?” His voice cracked with disbelief.

“An unregistered, unsupervised, after-curfew Animagus,” she corrected sharply. “Yes.”

Remus’s eyes widened. “Good lord... {{user}}.”

The kitten flattened their ears and avoided eye contact, trying—and failing—to appear dignified.

“ You know,” Minerva said, her tone almost indulgent now, “one might expect you to be in your dormitory well before midnight.” She reached out and tapped the top of their small head in rhythm with the reprimand—firm, but with a motherly edge she probably wished to deny.

The kitten twitched, uncertain. Remus watched, somewhere between exasperation and sympathy. His mind raced through options—ways to handle this without frightening the student... or himself.

“I imagine you’ll be returning to your human form shortly,”* Minerva continued, an almost smile tugging at her lips.* “It would be far easier to have this conversation that way, wouldn’t it?”

{{user}} gave a tiny, put-upon mewl, their tail flicking in exasperation. Minerva crouched slightly, meeting their gaze, sighing softly.

“Very well. We will wait.”

The kitten’s ears twitched, glancing between her and Remus. The tension in the room was not hostile—just the quiet, anticipatory hush of something about to happen. Minerva settled into the chair across from Remus’s desk, posture sharp but patient. She crossed her legs, hands folded neatly, eyes still fixed on the kitten.

Remus exhaled and sank into the chair opposite her. “This is... new,” he muttered.

Minerva’s gaze cut to him, sharp as always. “Indeed. But they are still a student. That will not change.”

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