The Eyes Of The Cat
written by Dora Scamander
I'm Amanda Figg - just your average 13 year old girl. Well, aside from some bizzare eye powers, very strange relatives, and cats that understand everything you say - yeah, my life is totally normal.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
7
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297
I Meet Some Idiots
Chapter 5
I scuffed a pebble with my foot. It bounced across the footpath and then fell somewhat sadly into the gutter.
I sighed, and looked around. Magnolia Crescent wasn't a very interesting street - there was the little playground across the road and the superette, but other than that it was just like all the streets around here - simple, neat brick houses with manicured lawns - like Privet Drive, in other words.
I turned away from the roadside and looked inside the superette. Grandma was still looking in the cat food section, and I heard her mutter something like, "Good Lord, this dry kibble just won't do for the cats, what with their kneazle" - I assumed 'kneazle' was some fancy cat breed - "blood and all."
"Er - grandma, I'm going to head back to yours, O.K?"
Grandma's absent assent came, so I crossed the road and began the walk home.
It was getting dark - all that was left was a smudge of pink and golden light in the western sky. I wondered what I was going to do for the next three days - Grandma didn't know how to drive, so it wasn't like we would be going anywhere, unless by bus, which wouldn't be very fun anyway. I wished I hadn't forgotten to bring my skateboard - maybe then I could have really mastered my ollies.
I had just weaved through a cluster of recycling bins on the footpath when I heard footsteps behind me, and softly laughing voices. I didn't turn immediately - probably just some romantic couple going for an evening walk. When I did glance behind me, however, I saw that it was in fact two tall and burly men, wearing big leather jackets and backward caps. They were looking right at me.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Street thugs?
Keep walking and keep calm, I told myself. They're not doing anything.
Then one of them spoke.
"Hey, little girl."
I did not look behind me. The soft laughter came again, and then the same voice said, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around at this time. There could be bad people around."
All of a sudden the fear and anger mixed up inside me made me turn around. "Bad people? Hmm, I wonder where they could be hiding?"
The men looked rather startled at my defiance (and probably at my sarcasm, too), but they still advanced.
Now the anger was gone and I was completely fearful.
Run, scream, I thought. That's what they always tell you in those stupid safety guides they once handed out at school. But for some reason my feet didn't want to move and my throat seemed suddenly dry.
The men were smiling again, horrible smiles. One of them said, "Would you like us to walk you home?"
My eyes were focused on the men, but just then I noticed the recycling bins behind them.
One of them began to float in the air.
Thank God, I thought, and nodded my head.
The recycling bin shot forward and crashed into the men. They yelled and stumbled forward, not falling over, but enough to stun them for the moment. I looked at another bin. To my delight, it also rose into the air. I looked up, and the bin floated higher, flipping upside down as it did so. I moved backwards and the bin came forward. Then I nodded again. The bin dropped directly onto one of mans' heads.
The man looked at his bin-headed companion before swearing colourfully and running in the opposite direction down the street. I grinned, turned, and continued back at a run towards Grandma's house.
I sighed, and looked around. Magnolia Crescent wasn't a very interesting street - there was the little playground across the road and the superette, but other than that it was just like all the streets around here - simple, neat brick houses with manicured lawns - like Privet Drive, in other words.
I turned away from the roadside and looked inside the superette. Grandma was still looking in the cat food section, and I heard her mutter something like, "Good Lord, this dry kibble just won't do for the cats, what with their kneazle" - I assumed 'kneazle' was some fancy cat breed - "blood and all."
"Er - grandma, I'm going to head back to yours, O.K?"
Grandma's absent assent came, so I crossed the road and began the walk home.
It was getting dark - all that was left was a smudge of pink and golden light in the western sky. I wondered what I was going to do for the next three days - Grandma didn't know how to drive, so it wasn't like we would be going anywhere, unless by bus, which wouldn't be very fun anyway. I wished I hadn't forgotten to bring my skateboard - maybe then I could have really mastered my ollies.
I had just weaved through a cluster of recycling bins on the footpath when I heard footsteps behind me, and softly laughing voices. I didn't turn immediately - probably just some romantic couple going for an evening walk. When I did glance behind me, however, I saw that it was in fact two tall and burly men, wearing big leather jackets and backward caps. They were looking right at me.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Street thugs?
Keep walking and keep calm, I told myself. They're not doing anything.
Then one of them spoke.
"Hey, little girl."
I did not look behind me. The soft laughter came again, and then the same voice said, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around at this time. There could be bad people around."
All of a sudden the fear and anger mixed up inside me made me turn around. "Bad people? Hmm, I wonder where they could be hiding?"
The men looked rather startled at my defiance (and probably at my sarcasm, too), but they still advanced.
Now the anger was gone and I was completely fearful.
Run, scream, I thought. That's what they always tell you in those stupid safety guides they once handed out at school. But for some reason my feet didn't want to move and my throat seemed suddenly dry.
The men were smiling again, horrible smiles. One of them said, "Would you like us to walk you home?"
My eyes were focused on the men, but just then I noticed the recycling bins behind them.
One of them began to float in the air.
Thank God, I thought, and nodded my head.
The recycling bin shot forward and crashed into the men. They yelled and stumbled forward, not falling over, but enough to stun them for the moment. I looked at another bin. To my delight, it also rose into the air. I looked up, and the bin floated higher, flipping upside down as it did so. I moved backwards and the bin came forward. Then I nodded again. The bin dropped directly onto one of mans' heads.
The man looked at his bin-headed companion before swearing colourfully and running in the opposite direction down the street. I grinned, turned, and continued back at a run towards Grandma's house.
