A smile curled on Sam's lips. Not a firstie...but older than her. "Fifth year." And wasn't everybody's story long in a way. Sam's seemed to be getting longer and more convoluted every year. "That's quite the transfer. I hope you enjoy it here."

In the meantime, inquisition, much?

"Like what?" Sam asked. There were LOTS of things she'd learnt about Hogwarts over the last four years, some obvious...and some not so much. She pulled Olly on to her lap, and let him sniff around her fingers. No more treats for now. "You know about the four houses, right? Though I'm guessing you haven't been sorted yet?"

As for her? Where she was from was not turning out to be the most straightforward of questions. "London," she answered, it being the simplest, and the most recognisable to sometime from elsewhere in the world. "But Hogwarts is as much my home."