Song began to sink lower in her seat, her dark eyes observing the people before her, who obviously knew each other very well, otherwise they wouldn't be gabbering on like this. First there had been the Ravenclaw girl, one she'd met briefly in Diagon Alley when Quinto had taken a liking to her and disturbed her moping, which seemed to have disappeared, now replaced by a bubbly, slightly sarcastic, attitude. Her name was Jenn Blood, well, that's how she'd introduced herself, and she was a Ravenclaw in the same year as her.

Then there was the prefect, from the same house as herself, which she supposed was a plus point. And he seemed nice enough. Plus the fact that he shared the same last name as the famous Harry Potter which probably meant they were related somewhere down the line. She couldn't deny that she found that throroughly interesting. But before she could even say hello to these two students, another one walked in, this one from Gryffindor as well. She didn't know the name of this one; Song had stopped listening after a while and had taken to staring lazily out of the window as Quinto restrained himself from covering the two Gryffindors and Ravenclaw in a welcome full of sand-papery licks and ground-breaking purrs.

She smiled slightly as homework was mentioned. She couldn't wait for the homework too. Maybe this other female Gryffindor had more incommon with her than she thought. Or maybe she was just delirious. She heard travelling could do that to people.

Then, suddenly, as if a gunshot had been fired, Quinto leapt from his seat, scampering across the floor, his amber eyes full of a wish to play. Song should have remembered: he didn't like long journies. Embarassment crept into her already nervous stomach as the young, midnight black kitten pawed Chris' foot and then rubbed against Jenn's leg. She highly wished that she was anywhere but here right now, and felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "His name's Quinto," she said, surprising herself. "He's a little on the... excitable side," She smiled sheepishly, as her kitten continued to roll around on the floor. She couldn't help but think that maybe he was trying to impress the other cats, who were sat peacefully either side of Jenn.