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[mudblood_andproud]

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?

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[boldygoing]

"He thinks of everything, doesn't he." Jim wonders if this is how Vulcans feel, making friends with humans. A sliver of memory, a remembered sorrow, gives him his answer before he even finishes the thought.

The kitten in his arms purrs and snuggles closer to his chest, wrapping little paws around his arm.

[mudblood_andproud]

"You will find that most times, your kitten will know what you need, even before you need it."

Hermione hands him a book, entitled "How to Care for Your Kneazle".

[boldygoing]

Jim cradles the kitten in one arm so he can take the book with the other hand, and he can't help but smile a little. "He comes with a manual, huh? Bet that'll come in handy."

[mudblood_andproud]

"Crookshanks thought of everything. Only the best for his children."

[boldygoing]

"Thanks. Both of you." He hadn't expected to come away from today's visit with a cat, but Jim is starting to get used to rolling with the punches. And this is one of the more pleasant, if bittersweet, surprises that he's had here.