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nexus_crossings2018-02-09 06:35 pm
mudblood_andproud) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-02-09 06:35 pm
when is a question not a question
Hermione has her hands full when she enters the Nexus today. She has a large box in her hands, which has Crookshanks laying on top of it.
"Where do you want to go?" She speaks to the cat softly. He blinks at her a couple of times. Hermione smiles softly, and heads towards the Grand Library. Their favorite place to visit. The same place where they first visited when they entered this area of the Nexus, so many months ago.
She sets down the box gently. Crookshanks closes his eyes, content with the location. He seems to be guarding the box. Or whatever is inside the box.
Hermione doesn't seem to have a question today. She pulls a large book out of her small beaded bag. And gives Crookshanks another fond smile, petting him softly.
Crookshanks seems to be waiting for someone to appear. Who could it be?
"Where do you want to go?" She speaks to the cat softly. He blinks at her a couple of times. Hermione smiles softly, and heads towards the Grand Library. Their favorite place to visit. The same place where they first visited when they entered this area of the Nexus, so many months ago.
She sets down the box gently. Crookshanks closes his eyes, content with the location. He seems to be guarding the box. Or whatever is inside the box.
Hermione doesn't seem to have a question today. She pulls a large book out of her small beaded bag. And gives Crookshanks another fond smile, petting him softly.
Crookshanks seems to be waiting for someone to appear. Who could it be?
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He's trying not to look into the box, trying to shut his ears to the sounds coming out of it. Jim can't accept something like this. The runes Hermione gifted him were so recently destroyed, and now they want him to take one of Crookshank's own children?
Losing something like that...even the thought makes his chest ache.
"I couldn't knowingly put any one of your children in danger, Crookshanks. I couldn't do that to you, nor to Hermione." He knows it's not unheard of for a captain to keep a pet. And he remembers the afternoon he spent at his counterpart's apartment with Crookshanks at his side. The warmth he felt then, the ease on his stretched nerves. He wants to accept the gift, but the desire makes him feel selfish.
"I don't want something to happen to it. I'd never forgive myself."
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"Jim... the kitten that chooses you would be accepting that danger."
"When Crookshanks selected me when I was a child... he knew how dangerous my life would be. He knew that I would fight through a Wizarding War, long before I did. He knew that I would have to face up against a dangerous Dark Lord and an even more dangerous witch. And he knew that his life would be endangered too."
"But he still accepted that. He knew he could survive the danger that we both would face. And there is a kitten inside this box... that knows it could survive any dangers that are involved with belonging to a Starfleet captain."
"Besides... you know the adage that a Cat Has Nine Lives? That is even more true for Kneazles. They have their own abilities and skills to get out of danger."
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There are people who believe in him and trust him. Surely a little extra protection couldn't hurt? Jim looks at Crookshanks again. Licks at his bottom lip nervously while he considers everything Hermione is telling him.
"You're sure?"
They seem to be. Jim sighs and wonders if he knows what he's doing.
"Alright. I accept. I'd hardly want the little guy without a home."
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"You just have to place your hand, palm up, into the box. A kitten will choose you. Be careful not to touch the others."
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They all look so different. So small and fragile. Is he really doing the right thing? No room for uncertainty, though. This is what Hermione and Crookshanks want and Jim can't bring himself to refuse them this. He'll have to be sure to take special care of whichever one of these little fuzzy fluffs is crazy enough to throw its lot in with him.
"Gotta admit, they're pretty cute."
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A few of the kittens raise their heads at the presence of a hand in their box. A bold golden-orange one ventures first, daring to explore the strange object further. The Kneazle decides to use his paws to bat at the hand, until it is deemed safe. Then rubs up against it, purring.
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He's not really sure how this whole kneazle thing works. Jim watches one of the golden kittens lean forward and twitch his nose with an experimental sniff at the strange new smell. Crouch down and reach up with one paw to bap, bap! Okay, all clear.
"Hehe, easy there tiger. It's alright." Jim gives the kitten a small pat before withdrawing his hand. Not to be left behind, the kitten scrambles and climbs out of the box after him. "Whoa! Hey now, she didn't say you could come out yet there buddy." Jim's quick to grab the little guy before he falls.
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And Jim will feel that bond being created between him and the Kneazle kitten as he grabs the kitten. "Now that that one has chosen you, I would be able to pet him."
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Though now that he has a little kneazle, what's he gonna call it? He's never thought of a name for a pet before. Maybe something out of Felix's world? Even if it's bonded to Jim, the kitten is going to have to get used to Felix too sooner rather than later. He gives Hermione a thoughtful look and finally smiles.
"Actually, do you mind holding him for me for a second?"
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I need a name for this guy.
It won't take but a few moments for Jim's phone to buzz again while he and Hermione watch the kitten greet his father eagerly.
"Name it Martin." It buzzes again before Jim's even finished reading. "No, wait! Better idea: name him Tiber." This time Jim blanches visibly with a chuckle.
No way am I naming him Tiber. Who told you my middle name? :((((
"You mean you didn't just neglect to tell me?"
James T. Kirk. The 'T' stands for Tiberius.
"It does? Well then! It's settled :))))"
What's it mean in your world >_> Is it bad? I can't name the cat something bad, Felix. Promise me it isn't bad.
"Tiber Septim was the founder of our empire. But we also call him Talos."
Jim looks up then from his phone and watches the kitten for a moment. Tiber, huh? As if on cue the kitten rolls over and mews at Jim. He knows his name! It makes Jim chuckle all the more.
Tiber it is then. I'm still going to feel like I'm in trouble for a while but...
"Do you want to be ;)? Wait why would you be in trouble?"
Jim tucks the PINpoint back into his pocket wihtout replying and leans over to give the kitten a pat.
"Guess we're calling him Tiber."
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Crookshanks purrs lightly. He likes it.
"It is a nice, strong name."
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"He's gonna have to be. At least I'm never gonna lose him if he's got lungs like those."
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Hermione holds out a book to him. It is entitled "How to Care for Your Kneazle".
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Tiber's small enough for Jim to tuck safely into his coat pocket where he'll be nice and warm even outside. He pokes his fuzzy little head out once he's comfy and rests his chin on the outside lip of the pocket. Already his little eyes are drifting closed. So much adventure for such a little kitten!
"Oh, hey that'll come in real handy." Jim flips through the book, skimming the contents in a quick glance at the kind of information contained therein. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?"
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