the_debt_of_time

"Stupid name for a cat," Sirius muttered as he walked back to his bed, holding up
his red sheets, showing that her cat had already clawed its way through them.
"Stupid name for a dog," Mia replied under her breath. "If you didn't like the cat,
you shouldn't have bought it for me. You're a dog, and my boyfriend is a werewolf.
Honestly, how could you have thought that a cat would be a good gift?" Mia laughed as
Sirius pulled the destroyed sheets from his bed, reaching for his wand to try to repair the
damage.
"You should have at least bought one that's part kneazle; then, it would have been
able to sense that you're an Animagus," she said, a part of her nostalgic for Crookshanks.
Though she knew nothing would ever replace her first familiar, Mia could not hide
her excitement on Christmas morning as she unwrapped the small, red box, only to find
the tiny kitten sitting inside, hissing loudly.
"Can I take Snuffles back and switch it with a kneazle then?" Sirius asked.
She laughed when Snuffles hissed at Sirius again. "Not on your life."
"Fine," Sirius conceded as he walked to his bedside table to pick up a book. "But
speaking of terrible presents, this Muggle book you bought me is ridiculous." He shoved it
toward Mia as he walked back to the doorway. "Ask Evans if Muggles really think this
about witches and wizards."
"It's just a story, Sirius." Mia sighed, taking the book in one hand as she placed her
cat on the ground, urging it to run down the hall and not back into Sirius's room. "Not
History of Magic."
"He's not even a real wizard, Mia!" Sirius shouted.
"Oz isn't a real place. It's a story, Sirius. It's supposed to be read for fun."
He shook his head. "It's mental. Wizard doesn't have actual magic, half the witches
are clearly Death Eaters, and the big twist is that the Muggle girl was wearing her Portkeys
the whole time?"
"Her shoes were not Portkeys." Mia giggled at how ridiculous he was being. If he
was this irritated by the Wizard of Oz, Mia was determined to get him a collection of Muggle
tales for his next birthday. Maybe The Lord of the Rings. No pictures and lots and lots of words.
Big words too.
"Useless object charmed to take her home?" Sirius crossed his arms, ready for a
debate over this. "What the hell else would you call that?"