Sam smiled as he pointed out the sleeping kneazle. She wanted to stroke it, but didn't so as not to wake it up. "Cats'a fun. Dere's plen'y strays 'round where we live, pretty friendly when yeh get to kno'em. Ollie plays wiff 'em sumtimes." She'd adopt one if she could, but a rat had been plenty in the grand scheme of things.

Hot chocolate in the common room? Oh YES! The trip to see her Head of House had been totally worth it, if only for that. "Wiff mars'mallows too?" she asked, excitement already shining in her eyes. "If s'not tah much, I mean?" Though she supposed she could always stockpile those from the kitchen herself. She could even turn it into an enterprising activity...hmm.

She dunked her biscuit in her drink again as Kitridge seemed to consider her options. "'m not 'fraid to work, Sir," she commented quietly, before eating the now-soggy part of her cookie just as it threatened to fall completely apart. "Sure, I can do it 'ere instea'." She didn't see any reason why she shouldn't do her homework in the library, and it'd be good to make sure she didn't hand anything too embarrassing in. Maybe Dora would come keep her company too. "It's prob'ly silleh sir, bu' is dere such a fing as a book dat can 'elp me like...look up 'ow to spell fings?" Just in case the library got busy, or he wasn't around to help her.

As for reading? Sam frowned. When she say she hadn't had many books...well, she meant it. "I'd like tah read me textbooks," she replied. She had them upstairs and she'd looked through the pages with diagrams on to tried and understand as much as she could. "But I only really gone froo me Pa's order an' accounts books. Wouldn't say dem's 'ad a load of text or pictures, if 'm 'onest, Sir." And after that, the thing she had read most often was the Florean's ice cream flavours list, dreaming about the times when she actually got to have one.