"Ah!" I yelped, taken by surprise as the ball of fur and claws landed on me.
I am no stranger to being scratched (by myself or my cat), but *really*! As Spaz clambered up and down my skinny legs, her intentions apparently to flay me open, I watched her in exasperation. Why did I choose that animal for my early fifteenth birthday present? She did, after all, introduce herself by leaping off a shelf and onto my shoulders to attack my head.
"Spaz, I must get up or I might be late for breakfast. I will feed you later, I promise, but you can't eat me."
Removing the mewling animal, I set her on my bed and grabbed the well-worn robes lying on my trunk ready for the day.
"Don't attack Sirius while he's sleeping, Spaz." I called as I made my way to the bathroom. "Or I *will* let him hex you."