The good part about being an animagus means you don't need a ball gown or date to crash a party. My tail wags without permission as enticing smells reach my nose from where I hide underneath a table. I wait for the humans above me to leave so I can sneak up for some food.
I cringe as a foot kicks me in the ribs and barely stop myself from sinking my teeth into his calf. That would give the game away too early!
Finally, my persistence paid off and the foot that kicked me moved away from the table.
I quickly spring from my lair and hop onto his chair, front paws on the table, and nose in the steak he left behind.
Mid-bite the food and table disappear and I groan in disappointment. Music starts and I quickly find out that this table disappeared to make room for a dance floor as I find myself trampled by pounding feet.
I am too small to escape the wrath of dancing feet, and get swept away and stomped on. Finally, I manage to wiggle my way out from under the trampling feet!
My fur stands on end when I finally get to the back of the Great Hall. Looking out at the crowd, I'm unable to conceal my misery that I didn't get to eat much of the steak at all.
I wonder if I can find the kitchen with my nose and get some from there?
I trot over to the entrance to the kitchens and the portrait opens without me needing to figure out how to tickle the pear. Inside, the house elves are busy at work, but one sees me and veers off to grab a bowl and brings it in front of me.
My tail wags in happiness. Until I look in said bowl.
Kibble. Bah Humbug.