Peyton shrugged to herself. "Suit yourself then," she said, "but if it was my kneazle, I'd find out for sure." Or get even. Again, she shrugged. "...but if you'd rather just leave it be, then suit yourself. I'd just be sure to keep an extra eye out for my kneazle." Peyton grinned at the girl. Smirked, really. She was really good at egging people on, and plus, she was curious to know what the Charms professor's problem was.

Just like a good Slytherin...sending the Gryffindor in to battle.

"The dorm sounds like a good place, but remember--kneazles are roaming creatures," she pointed out. "Now Miss Cambridge, is there anything else I can do for you?" She raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner. 'Hmm?' those eyebrows seemed to say.