How to tame a Dragontamer

Chapter 4

I grabbed and I felt something soft.
Kinda plushy.
Stroked it and it started vibrating?
What..?
And that noise?
I grabbed and pulled.
My cat dicided to lay across my face and suffocate me with it's furr.
As she layed now on my belly instead of my face I looked at her.
"Why did you do that? If you kill me who will feed you?"
"Meow" I stroked her back and she continoued purring.
Then she jumped down walked to the door looked back to me and meowed again.
"Oh you're hungry? And needed to attempt murder me to get my attention? Yeah...seems reasonable."
A quick look on the alarm, 7.30 am.
Time to stand up and eat breakfast.
Then get ready for work.
That day should've been a quiet day.
Just a bit of paperwork.
Two new werewolves to record and a check up on little Edward Remus Lupin.
I wondered if Teddy has developed some form of Lycanthropy?
He was and still is the only biological child from a werewolf.
I got dressed, petted my cat while walking passed her, grabbed my jacket and walked out of the door.
As I closed it I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and the man who ran into me at the elevator yesterday stood before me.
A bit too close for comfort to be honest, so I stepped back and now had my back against the wall.
"I knew I've had seen you before. But didn't recognise my own neighbour."
Neighbour? What?
I never really payed attention to who may be living in my building.
"I will be honest here, i don't care about my neighbours as long as they dont care about me."
With that I tried to move past him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Hold on. I'm not trying to annoy you.
I just wanted to chat with you. Get to know you more."
He let go of my arm and rest his hand beside my head against the wall. I looked blankly back at him.
"Get to know me? Why? I don't even know your name. I'm nothing special."
"Yes, I want to know you.I'm Joe by the way, Joe Turner. And your name?"
He blantly ignored my comment about me being nothing.
"Aahhmm...y/n"
His Hand pressed harder against the wall as if he had to control himself.
"Y/n , huh,  has a nice ring to it. I'll pick you up at seven. Don't be late."
And with that he disapparated.
I stood there for a moment, blinking surptised into the air where he just stood, as I wasn't sure what exactly just happened.
I shook my head to clear my mind then turned and apparated to the ministry.
I will never grow accustomed to this flushing yourself down thing.
Whom ever came up with the idea never went to a public toilet from muggles.
Down to the lobby, to the elevators and down to floor -4, my office.
I greet Garry the receptionist as I pass by and nearly miss him signaling me to come over.
As I walked closer he shuffled around on his desk and hands me a package as I came to a stop before him.
The package was from Joe.
Why did Joe leave a package for me?
He could have handed it to me back at the apartments.
I thanked Garry and stepped followed by a bazillion paper planes into the next elevator.
As I came closer to my floor the air seemed more and more... wet?
Not again.
But just as I suspected my bureau was flooded and big ass black clouds hung on the ceiling.
Why now though?
The last time was because I didn't held the elevator for one of the weather departments employees and he became a bit salty about it.
But this?
This is a whole new level of weather fail.
I looked back up to the planes still swirling around, all were addressed to the weather department.
Some were even howlers.
Instead of stepping of and fixing everything myself, I took the elevator back up.
Past the Lobby to the third to last top floor, Weather department.
With me a whole ravine of memos flooded out the elevator.
The plane quickly dispersed to different rooms and shortly about a dozen howlers started their tirade.
I walked to the reception and tapped the bell.
After a few seconds a short witch appeared.
Everything about her seemed short, hair, nose, hight, clothes, everything.
"How can I help you? Hopefully nothing, 'cause as you may have noticed we're a bit short staffed today."
"Thats what I am here to ask, where is everybody? About every floor I passed was another catastrophe. From flooding to flaming inferno over to blizzard and hurricane. The whole palette of environmental catastrophes is present."
"Shit..."
The short witch mumbled
"I didn't think it was that bad...fuck" she looked at me
"Which department did you say you're from?"
"I didn't say anything, but I'm from -4, registration and control of magical creatures. My floor is flooded"
She let out a heavy sigh.
"Okay, I am very sorry but I can't help you now. The rain should soon stop, but your rooms would be left to dry for the next twelve hours. I wish I could do more."
She turned around and went back to wherever she came from.
So I was left standing there with the package from Joe in hands.
It wasn't very heavy and didn't made any particular noise when shaken.
Seemed like that will be my object of interest for the day.

What could it be?