James was wandering the castle after curfew. He was restless, couldn't sleep. He was filling his brain everytime he closed his eyes. His beautiful face, his silky hair that James desperately wanted to run a hand through, his soft, red cupids bow lips that he really badly wanted to...
He wandered around the corridors, knowing it wasn't a good idea. He had stupidly left both the map and the cloak in the dorm so he could easily get caught. He hoped no teachers or prefects would be out this late.
The moon shone through the windows, covering the cold stone corridors in small patches of light. His footsteps echoed softly.
James looked up and saw the shadow of a cat, knowing he was done for if it was Mrs Norris cause filch was never too far from her. He tried to duck into the shadows, watching as the cat turned the corner.
To his surprise, it wasn't Mrs Morris at all, not was it a cat he recognised. James took to knowing all the cats in the castle. Many students had them as pets and James loved cats so he'd often be found playing with one.
The kitten padded slowly along the corridor, towards James. He was incredibly small with black, soft looking fur and no collar. All the pet cats at hogwarts had collars, they had to have them, it was the rules.
James stepped into the middle of the corridor. He crouched down a few feet away from the kitten and put out his hand.
The cat stopped the moment it say James, glancing between him and the way he came. Hesitantly, he urged forward and sniffed James' had. Then, he purred and rubbed his head on it.
James, with a grin on his fave, then moved to sit on the floor with his legs crossed and the cat immediately crawled into his lap and cuddled upto him.
He frowned when he realised he was shaking. Shivering. It was freezing in the corridors and this cat had no owner by the looks of it. Not one that cared about him anyway.
"Your cold." James muttered softly, the cat looking up at him with his big, silver eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. "Come, we can go to the common room, it's warm there." James picked the kitten up, holding him against his chest, stood up and began making his way through the corridor, back the way he came.
"Do you have a name?" He asked, knowing no one would answer. "We have to give you one." He thought for a moment. "Freckles?" He laughed softly when the cat let out an angry sounding meow at that. "Hmmm...Elio?"
The cat seems to like that name, so they go with that. Elio, James' little kitten.
James mutters the password before climbing through the portrait hole into the common room, letting Elio down and sits on the couch. He looks around, climbing onto the window sill and looking at the view outside before going back to lie on James' lap.
Regulus has never been happier.