Andromeda sat on a stool behind the counter of Magical Menagerie, flipping through the Daily Profit. The articles were horrible, as usual, and Andromeda was just reading as something to keep her entertained. Sometimes, Andromeda put bets against herself to see which article by which reporter was the most outrageous. It was a fun, but pathetic past time.
Drea stalked the counter as she eyed the rats in the shop enviously. Her grey kitten was well-trained, but Andromeda could tell she wanted to hunt those rats. It was cute to watch, since some of those rats were bigger than Drea.
Suddenly, the bell on the door chimed as someone walked in. Andromeda smiled softly at the person who walked through and waited for them to show interest in an animal.
