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“I may have even been angry, George.” Harry sipped at the tumbler full of Ogden's Finest while the red and copper colored ginger cat under his hand tried to glare at him through a thunderous purr.
“But I noticed the smell right away, and I may not always be the best with people… But I've been an auror for close to five years now. Did you really expect to get me? At my own promotion party?”
Around the Weasley household, a host of felines sat in unnatural stillness, gazing in consternation at the two men who sat around the kitchen table. Every time George Weasley even attempted to shift his arms, their eyes would swivel to follow him.
“Oh No… No, George. I think you are going to sit right there, until Molly and Ginny and Hermione have all changed back.” Harry slugged back the rest of the tumbler. Growling faintly around the burn. Grinning and not at all acknowledging the man's suddenly diminutive stature. Harry nodded to the russet and gold tabby that sat at the head of the table.
“Thank you, Arthur. This is a fantastic Whiskey, would you like a bowl?” The elder male ginger cat yawned and nodded regally. Further down the table two more ginger males swung their gazes to Harry.
“Of course, Charlie, Bill.” George gulped like a man condemned as his sister's eyes settled on him with all of the malevolence of a tiger on the hunt. Beside Bill an almost ethereally white cat strutted up to his saucer and began to share the Ogden's and all the while helpless laughter blew in gales from a tipsy Percy. Who cackled at George,
“You're getting old! You and Fred got me with that same potion when I was twelve! Did you think I'd forget! Bravo, Harry! what was that you nabbed him with, a second year sticking charm!?”
As Percy continued to drunkenly wheeze over his untouched meal. Harry continued to pet The cat that was his wife of about a year. Despite her earlier outrage, Ginny had settled on his shoulder. Propped up by the back of the chair where she could settle in to wait for the spell to wear off and also so she could glare at George more easily.
Harry hummed along with Ginny's purring as he leaned back in his chair then quickly apologized under the glare of yet another bright orange tabby. Which had been leveled at him from where she sat primly in her own place at the table.
“Er… Sorry Molly.” Said Harry. Ducking his head to hide the grin at the pride of extremely well behaved cats around him
There was a splash from Percy. Harry looked over just in time to see him jerking his head out of his soup. He seemed more resigned than anything, uttering an exasperated,
“Bollacks…” Then, with a quiet pop, Where Percy had been only a moment before. A starch stiff tabby cat with Weasley Red fur mewled in resignation and stumbled its way to one of the small conjured dishes full of firewhiskey that Harry had set out for the family.