I opened the door and quickly slipped inside. Unlike outside, the library was quiet, with only one attendant behind the information desk, and one other person was reading a set of books off in a corner.

I approached the desk, carrying a duffle bag that was every bit as drenched as I was. Once there, my white cat jumped out onto the counter.

"I'm sorry, but we don't allow pets in this library. You'll have to leave it outside."

"Forgive me, that's not a pet. She is my familiar," I reply quietly but somewhat laden with indignation.

The librarian took a moment longer to ponder the feline. "You a warlock?"

"I am."

"Aren't the familiars of witches and warlocks supposed to be black?"

"Yes; but, I ran out of ink while writing an article for the university."

"... And?"

"Well, I cast a spell to refill my ink well, and I needed to get the black color from somewhere!" The cat hissed and growled at me. "She still hasn't forgiven me for that. That's actually why we're here."

@Teryl_Pacieco
#TootFic #Microfiction