Shadow took to following Neville, sniffing, hissing, and spraying as he did so. The balm had done wonders for Shadow's health, if not his disposition. While Neville was sorting out a tangled Tentacula one morning, a strangled yowling met his ears.
Brushing the dirt off his hands, he entered Greenhouse Three to find Shadow circling a fluffy white, orange-speckled cat, who was rolling and occasionally presenting herself—only to swipe at Shadow when he drew near her.
"Right, no kitten-making for you," Neville admonished, brandishing his wand. "Shoo! Bad cat! Leave her alo—oh, well, then. I'll just give you your privacy."
