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Zahi didn’t necessarily care what people were interested in buying, but he did prefer when they were there to shop and not just chat. He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I’m glad you appreciate the weather, but I do have some plants that aren’t so appreciative of it.” The store carried a few plants with ice in their name, and it wasn’t a shock to realize why. He wasn’t trying to be rude to a potential customer, but the man wouldn’t stop talking.

He turned toward the singing petunias in the window. One of them had been out of tune all day and was driving him nuts. Her soil acidity had probably changed somehow, and he needed to figure out how to keep her happy and content. “Do you know much about plants?” he asked over his shoulder as he tapped his wand against the pot. It flashed a few different colors in a diagnostic test.

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Sirius had stepped outside the office to check if the coast was clear and come face to face with Mrs. Norris. “Get out of here fast!” he called back in. For a moment, he considered running, but Sirius realized a few things. One: he would be harder to identify if he was caught as a dog. Two: Mrs. Norris probably wasn’t a dog fan.

She let out an angry hiss as Sirius shifted. After a single growl from Sirius, she was off, and he chased after her to get the cat and hopefully Filch as far from the office as possible. She was spitting and snarling, but she ran faster than Sirius had ever seen.

Eventually he knew he needed a different plan, and he veered the other direction as she went around a corner. Sirius didn’t spend much time as Padfoot these days, and the freedom of bounding through the halls was a sensation he’d missed. Unfortunately because he was so out of practice, Sirius missed the scent of a man up ahead until he was right on top of him.