Here we go

Carbrey straightened in the armchair. Now that Ali was done ignoring him, things could move forward. He had forgotten why they had initially planned to meet, but now that he was here might at least entertain some conversation. “Can I help you?” Ali asked indifferently. Carbrey thought he caught a tinge of harshness in her voice, and he grinned. “Yes, I’ve forgotten why I’m here, love.” He stood up and crossed the room to where she sat at her desk, coffee mug in hand, and leaned against it, careful not to get in her way. The stack of papers he had thrown to her was sitting on her desk, untouched, while she looked over some papers of her own. He glanced over at Rasalas, who was staring him down from the other side of the desk, tail twitching. “If I make peace with the bloody creature, will he leave me alone?” he asked, shoving his wand back into his pocket. “I don’t like coming over to your chambers and being stared down by a cat. A man can’t have a normal conversation, among other things, with a furry creature like that breathing down his neck.” He paused, once again eying Rasalas again. Why is he called Rasalas anyway? Rasalas. Sounds like rat’s ass to me.”

The cat hissed at him, and he instinctively leaned away from him, sliding his hand in his pocket to grasp his wand cautiously. The cat, though small as it was as far as animals went, had caused Carbrey more than his fair share of pain. It had an unusual ability to claw him rather deeply and he had plenty of scars on both of his arms to document his and the animal’s relationship. “Anyway. So listen, I’ve got this theory. It isn’t really mine, but I overheard some of the other professors talking about me so of course I listened in. Apparently the reason why they think I’ve managed to stick around so long without being tossed out by the Ministry or some parents’ union or whatever is because Dumbledore has got a soft spot for me. Not like, in a fatherly way but more like in save-my-life kind of way. Interesting, huh? They bet that I’m in some sort of trouble and that I’m here so that old Dumbly can watch over me and make sure I don’t get avada kedavra-ed.”

He took his eyes off of Ali and looked back at the cat once again. Carbrey had never been good at staying on one topic for very long and as soon as he had relayed what he had heard he was back on a different subject.  Rasalas was glaring at him more intently than ever. “Seriously, look at your cat. Which would work better, me accioing him or picking him up and moving him to a different room physically?” Carbrey strode over to the other side of the desk and he stood before Rasalas arrogantly, crossing his arms and staring down at the cat. Enough with the staring contests and hissing and scratching. If Carbrey was going to be here, he didn’t want the cat there as well and he would move him one way or another. “Come on, you bloody rat,” he said, pulling his wand out of his hand as a precaution and grabbing the cat by the back of his neck with his other hand. He put his wand in the cat’s face, as if to say “Come on, I dare you to scratch me.”

There would have been a much easier way to do this, but Carbrey knew that if Ali even thought for a millisecond he was about to use magic on her pet there would have been trouble. Moving him physically, like most normal people would do, would have been the only way without inciting her. He picked up the cat mercilessly and held it close to his chest with one arm as he made his way over to a different room. The cat fought viciously, squirming this way and that and attempting to claw him as much as possible. Carbrey managed to make it to the other room safely, but as soon as he crossed the threshold the cat managed to break free of his hold and leapt to the ground, but not before leaving several deep gashes on him.

Carbrey swore, a stream of colorful curses being the only thing Ali could probably make out from the other room. Somehow, Rasalas had managed to leave him with three nasty cuts, two on his arm and one over his knee. “What the hell?” he swore, looking over the cuts. How in Merlin’s name had a cat managed to leave those? He swore again and looked around the room for the creature. Enough with the politics, he was going to make the cat pay now. Ali could be angry, but he didn’t care. The cat was losing its fur, and that was that.

Unfortunately the cat had disappeared; whether it had gone back to Ali or had hid somewhere in this side room he didn’t know. Carbrey had also lost his wand when the cat had jumped from him and he couldn’t find that either. Most likely it had rolled under some piece of furniture. He would have to have Ali accio it for him.

He left the room and went to rejoin Ali. “Your bloody cat…” he began, but cut off. Fuck it, he didn’t care. They could meet in his rooms from now on. He held out his arm for Ali to see, showing her the two gashes. “I’ve lost my wand. Help a dying man out?” he asked sarcastically.