The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[spirit_queen]

"I probably won't, I just have to consider who can come with me," Wendy said. "Like you said, whoever it is had to use a potion, and that has a time-limit, so I should consider carefully."

[Miranda_]

"I expect Michelle would want to help you, if you asked her," Ty said.

"She's clever; she'd be able to make the potion as well."

[spirit_queen]

"That's very true. And she'd have personal reasons to go, so I know she'd be focused on the mission and wouldn't tell," Wendy nodded. "Oh! That's my dad's car! You'll be wanting to be a kitty again; dad knows some of what goes on, so he'd know who you are."

[Miranda_]

Ty immediately took his black cat form.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy's father was a small man with a thick Scottish accent. Wendy adored her father, even if he wasn't home much. She cast herself into his arms, making him stumble backward. "And how are ye, darling?"

"A little bored, but piano lessons start soon, so I'll be okay," Wendy told him.

"That's good, sweetheart."

[Miranda_]

Ty did his best to act like a cat whenever Wendy's parents were around. He didn't want to get Wendy into trouble.

[spirit_queen]

Mr. Watson suspected nothing whatsoever; though he'd been introduced to and paid attention to wizard society, his mind was still used to thinking in a mundane matter. He knew it was possible to have a man turn into a small animal, but he subconsciously operated under the delusion that he'd never have one such person sneaking into his home.

"I'm going to change, Wendy, then we can make some supper," He said.

"Okay, daddy," Wendy nodded.

[Miranda_]

Thus, it was a lot safer for Ty to hide in Wendy's house, rather than in his wife's house, which was situated in a village where there were a lot of magic people living. Someone would have guessed, and alerted the Ministry.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy and her father prepared and ultra-quick fish and chips dinner, and Wendy slipped some fish to Ty. "Wendy, donnae do that; you'll make him fat," Mr. Watson said, though he had little hope of dissuading her.

"But he likes fish! Why should he have to eat the nasty stuff from the can when we get -relatively- fresh food?" Wendy asked.

"Because he's a cat. Cats donnae have enough tastebuds to warrant them getting something better; they go by smell, mostly."

[Miranda_]

Ty just about stopped himself from making a noise; tho only cat sounds would come out if he was in this form, he knew that it would seem suspicious if it seemed that a cat could understand human speech.