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Deniiz 
Savannah, Samira; Samira, Savannah. Gah, these names were too long, too old and both started with an 'S'. Even if he tried, he could never learn them properly. Not today, anyway.
What? She--Savannah, he guessed--wasn't touching cats? She just had to, or else who was carrying his too? Samira was too short to even carry hers. Good thing they couldn't read minds. Hehe.
"Well, I run fast, so... I'll get them to a corner, and one of you will block the side of me... then the third person gets it." Deal? Deal. He was only doing the running part, it was the easiest. It didn't require any physical contact, and he could get one of them to get his cat too, since he would be 'recovering' from that run. Hehe.
Samira looked at Savannah, then back at Evan, then Savannah again. Ugh. This is why she likes taking charge. The youngest Slytherin turned to Savannah and gently said,
"I see where you're coming from, but I think it's best if we each at least catch our own cat, while the other two are cornering." That sounded like a pretty reasonable strategy. As long as they all did their part, it should go smoothly. Letting her eyes scan the corridor, Samira spotted a grey cat over in the corner.
"Alright," she said confidently.
"What about that one right there?" She gave the two other Slytherins a look that plainly said
let's go, and moved towards the cat.