"First-year?" he guessed, smiling at the rat, who had crawled back towards him. "Romeo," Matt grinned. "As you've probably guessed, I'm not too good at names," he said, picking up his little pet from the floor and putting him into the pocket of Mattew's jeans, firmly, where hopefully he wouldn't cause any more trouble. The second-year wasn't actually travelling anywhere by the path, just walking along. That was normal, right?