After taking her ticket from Prefect Thorton, Sam had skewered a marshmallow or two and had followed fellow firstie Olivia's lead and toasted it over the fire. It was taking her full concentration to just caramelise it and not set it completely on fire.

Which was why when Kitridge started talking, she redrew them from the fire, blew them a couple of times, and stuffed them into her mouth so she resembled something along the lines of a greedy hamster. She listened quietly as everyone was introduced. Thornton she'd met at the feast, and she recognised the other two. That being done, she swallowed the rest of her marshmallows and started to join the queue for the raffle thing.

Except, quite simply, chaos ensued.

Whether it was planned or not, Sam didn't know. What she did know was that a load of fluffy things had suddenly launched themselves across the room. Lucky she'd left her rat upstairs, really, all these people and spells around trying to catch the things. Including a cage thing that emerged over a pile of pygmy puffs right next to her.

"Blimey, guv'nor!" she exclaimed. What a clever idea! Not that she was gonna attempt any such complicated magic on only her second day here. That was sure to only end in disaster in this ruckus. She did have another idea though.

Rat food!

If she could coax a load of the furry things to one area, then maybe one of the older students could trap them in one of those nets. She pulled Oliver's treats out of her pocket, and laid out a small circle of food.

"'ere ickle furry things. Look wut I 'av. Nummy food..."