"Okay. Okay. I'll be back in a moment." Ginny yelled back into the house. The youngest Weasley was tasked of finding the cat that had been yowling and to bring it back home. It was a warm outside and Ginny only wore a white t-shirt and jeans. She stuffed her wand into her back pocket then shifted the bowl of milk from one hand to the other as she started to walk towards the sounds of the cat.
She knew she was getting closer as it was getting louder. "Here, kitty kitty kitty." Ginny said out loud as she walked through the tall grass. She was unaware of the danger that lurked nearby as she finally came upon the cat. "Bloody hell." She whispered as she saw the eyes torn out of the cat. "Who did this to you?" Knowing full well the cat couldn't actually speak out.
Setting down the milk, Ginny knelt down. "It is okay." She whispered as she reached out and gentle touched the cat's body. "I won't hurt you. Let's take you back inside."