“M'lady,” Strauss began to reply, “We really have no idea what
you're...”
“DON'T!” Fiona interrupted, “Please, just don't. I can see it
all around you, something different. Something wrong.”
Even beneath their cowl, Strauss seemed nervous, uncomfortable.
“M'lady...” they began again, but were cut short once more, this
time by both cats suddenly hissing like mad, their bodies tensing,
eerie moans coming from their throats.
“We are sorry,” Strauss said. There was a really loud
bang, a bright flash of light and Strauss was suddenly engulfed in a
huge cloud of smoke.
“What the blazes,” Dad shouted as smoke billowed through the
room.
I couldn't see a thing, not even my hand right in front of me. I
heard a dull thump, followed by another, then the shuffling of small
feet. “Got you!” Oak exclaimed, somewhere across the room.
“Get a window open,” Mum shouted. I heard the slamming of doors
before the smoke got to my lungs and I was forced to double over with
coughing fits.
