“What the heck is that?!?”
“Cats don’t have eight legs!”
“Yeah, well, tell that to Ronald. The git was experimenting with spell creation the other day, and Crookshanks’ kneazle senses were going off so he went to investigate, and walked into the room at the wrong time. We’re still trying to figure out how to reverse it, Finite Incantatem did nothing.”
“Poor Crookshanks,” Harry crooned. “Did that mean old Dad do this to you?” Crookshanks sauntered over to Harry and started to purr. “We’ll have to figure out how to reverse this, and then come up with a suitable payback for your dad, Crookshanks, how does that sound?” Crookshanks purred even louder, and sent an evil look toward the door on the opposite side of the room, where Ron was currently experimenting with even more obscure spells.
“Uh oh, leave me out of it! You two do whatever you want to Ron, he deserves everything coming to him, but what I don’t know about I don’t have to lie about later!” Hermione said, grinning.
“Deal!” Harry agreed, and Crookshanks yowled his agreement as well.