*~ Saturday, September 21st, 1974 ~*
Andrya had woken up to a grumpy pet. The chameleon had accepted food, but as soon as it had eaten, it turned its back on its master. Alright, so chameleons aren’t the most social of pets, but this one usually liked getting attention, and no amount of sweet words or treats could get it to respond that morning.
“Mia, preciosa, ¿que es esa actitud? Vamos a ir de compras. ¿Te gustaría?”
The chameleon slowly turned its head towards Andrya, somewhat as a sign of approval. Relieved to have finally gotten a reaction out Mia, Andrya picked up the chameleon and headed out.
So Andrya ended up at the petshop, with Mia on her shoulder. It wasn’t very busy so it gave her time to browse without being bothered by people in a hurry. She was looking around to see what she could use to make Mia a new habitat as the muggle thing she had been using before was starting to fall apart. But the chameleon was finicky and wouldn’t accept just anything, so shopping for it was a time-consuming task. And how perfect that Andrya had nothing else to do that day!






