"Hey Anna!" Hannah said. She smiled at Anna. I hope she's feeling better, she thought. "Your-- hair looks lovely," she smiled. She almost slipped and brought up Cale, but she remembered what had happened in the Great Hall. She didn't want to upset Anna. Her compliment was sincere though; Anna always looked put-together, even in times of personal crisis, apparently.

To Piper, Jillian, and Daphne, Hannah said, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt you or anything. I just didn't have anyone to talk to, and you all looked friendly." She smiled. "So we're talking about dogs, then? I'm more of a cat person myself. This here is Peter. I call him Petey," she smiled, affectionately stroking the chubby ginger cat she was holding. Peter was a nice cat, very friendly, and, best of all, no shedding. Hannah couldn't even imagine life without him, even though last term she hadn't brought him to school with her. "I hope you're all okay with cats, I can put him down if you want me to," she apologized, remembering the scene with the dog. "But I assure you that Petey is a sweetheart." She grinned. She realized she was kind of monopolizing the conversation and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sort of rambling, aren't I? I tend to do that sometimes..." she trailed off, ending with a nervous chuckle.