The slytherin looked over at the cat as Harley mentioned what a cute cat it was. It was cute, but it certainly wouldn't be the type of cat she would go for. In fact Trixie loved her Kneazle too much, she preferred the plainer colours. Well she preferred horses in all honestly but you couldn't bring one of them to Hogwarts now could you? "Oh its not mine. I have a pure black Kneazle. I just found him under my bed last night, though i'd go find its owner, no such luck yet though" the seventeen year old bit her lip as she spoke, feeling kinda sorry for the animal. "You can help me find its owner if you like, if you think that's gonna cheer you up at all" she tilted her head as she spoke, she really didn't like seeing younger students upset. The Head Girl did have an incredibly soft side to her when she needed to.

Ah so it WAS boy troubles. How did she guess? Heh. "Who is it if you don't mind me asking?" her eyes lit up as she spoke, now here was a subject she could help out with, not that she was particularly good with relationships herself, the first didn't trust her and the other had practically cheated on her. And, well who she liked wasn't exactly the biggest secret in Hogwarts was it? Though, things were starting to change. "Whats he like?" she asked, just in case she didn't want to mention who he was. Maybe she could help.