Study Hall: Monday

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The Madri were not in a happy mood this morning. The Study Hall had been invaded by wee tiny ocelots. They were cute. They were fuzzy.

But to the Madri? They were annoying. The only thing allowed that was fuzzy in their mind was Umbridge's pink and fuzzy sweaters.

The ocelots were quickly caged despite their mewling protests and the Madri had once again surrounded the hall keeping a watchful eye on any subversive activities the students might be attempting.

Time to study children!

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Re: Talk to the Madri

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The Madri stopped and scowled. "Fine," one of the Madri snarled. "Next time say that in the first place."

Re: Talk to the Madri

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"There won't BE a next time!!!" Bucky protested. "Because next time I come to study hall like a good obedient little pussycat, you're gonna REMEMBER WHO I AM!!! Capisce?"

Re: Talk to the Madri

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The cat had spunk. The Madri will give him that.

"All right, cat," one of the other Madri said as he crossed his arms. "We'll remember you."

"When we need a tennis racket strung," another sneered.

Re: Talk to the Madri

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"I don't play tennis," Bucky countered. "It's a game for dogs, not cats.