"'ere ya go Ollie," Sam said to her rat as she deposited him from her robes pocket onto her bed, and pulled some food for him out of her bedside table drawer. Oliver wrinkled his nose at it, and turned away as she sat down on the bed beside him and pulled her legs underneath her.

"Wut's wrong? Yeh not scared of the cats?" She rubbed her familiar behind the ears, before lifting him up into her lap. "Ya bein' silleh. Dis our new 'ome, innit? Dey wouldn't dare 'urt ya." She wouldn't let them; just like she'd always looked after him since she'd found him. She picked the food up from the covers and held it close to Oliver's nose. He sniffed around her fingers a bit before finally taking a nibble. With a smile, she let him take the rest, and surveyed her new home. She'd never stayed somewhere this pleasant, warm or spider-less.

"I ravver like it, meself."