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You're suddenly jolted awake by the sound of your door creaking open; it's late out, the room's pitch black and you're still half-asleep, but you get up to see what it was anyways. It's difficult to navigate through the darkness of the night, but after stumbling towards the light switch; you flick it on—and breathe a sight of relief. It's just your Jolteon, Ginny, she seems awfully excited about something; there's a look on her face that you can't quite place, like something's bothering her.
"Ginny? What's wrong?" You ask, walking over to her as she pokes her head through the doorway, "It's the middle of the night, what do you want?"
The look on her face only grows more intense as she looks up at you and walks forward to rub her head against your legs; the static from her fur causing the hair on your legs to stand up straight on end. "What is it, girl?" You ask again, looking down at her, "Why are you so worked up?"
As you reach down to stroke her ears—which should hopefully calm her down a bit—it's hard not to notice that she's shaking like a leaf in the wind.
The more you stroke her head, the more the static in the air gets stronger; until it's too much for you to handle. As you pull your hand away, the electrical sensation reaches a crescendo, and it's clear that Ginny can't handle it either. Zipping right through your legs, she bolts right past you and jumps onto your bed, where she curls up into a ball and starts whining softly. Whatever you did seems to have gotten her completely worked up; she's staring at you, her eyes glazed over, an almost mischievous look in them. You could swear you saw a hint of a smile too, like she's planning something.
"Hey," you say softly, sitting down beside her and gently stroking her again, her fur is spiked up and she's still twitching a bit, "If there's anything wrong, I'll help."
