She smiled. It was an odd name for a cat; her father had named him after his cousin, an explorer in Eygpt. But she was glad he liked it, most people just thought it was strange. He also had a sort of...comfortable likeness about him, as if he was trying to make her feel not so awkward, like he understood that it's not so easy being a random stranger in a compartment full of friends. "My name's Song," she said quietly, "Song Jin,"

Song, who was still shocked that she'd actually spoken out loud, could not fail to notice the look of recognition in the Gryffindor girl's eyes. Something about the way the girl smiled, looked, talked, did not, however, sound familiar to Song at all. This girl was just another student, one which had a kind air about her. She felt her angst loosen in the pit of her stomach for the first time since she'd sat down. To know that there was one more person in her house that she sort of knew made her feel even more grateful of the girl's presence. And her name was Lizzie. That had been the name of her goldfish, a gift she had obtained from her Uncle Jeremy at the age of six.

She nodded, her glasses slipping half a centimetre down her nose as she did so. "Yes, I just transferred here from South Korea, where I was homeschooled by my mother," she said, unable to keep the heat from rising to her cheeks. She hated her shyness; it made her feel small and insignificent. "My dad got a job over her two months ago so we had to move. It's kind of hard going into a new school," she said, a small, nervous smile on her face, "Especially when you're as shy and as pathetically incompetent at talking as I am,"

Song couldn't help but grin. Quinto... Who would have thought it would be her pain in the pygmy puff ball of fluff that had given her the courage and reason to speak in front of these Hogwarts students? She would have to thank him later, quickly making a note in her mind to save him a pumpkin pastie to give him back in the dorms after the feast.

She returned the girl's smile, watching as Quinto leapt comically across the compartment floor. The Ravenclaw was right: he was rather funny. She stifled the urge to giggle, and instead focussed on the sand-dune coloured pygmy puff that had been awakened from its slumber. It was an odd little thing; they didn't have those sorts of creatures in Korea, but she'd read about them while preparing herself for England. It had taken her about a week to understand the concept of them, only to realise that they were only bought and sold for entertainment purposes, like a domestic dog or cat. As soon as she had set foot on British soil, she had promised herself that she would buy a kitten. Then, a month later, Quinto appeared, lying bedraggled and hungry on her doorstep.

Quinto let out an excitable mew as the pygmy puff by the name of Sahara, was placed beside him, and swished his long tail playfully. His attention, though, was soon caught by the cat that was, rather reluctantly, placed on the floor next to Sahara. Song immediately guessed that her young kitten had developed a crush on the Ravenclaw's cat. That wasn't nessacerily a good thing. She grinned as Quinto and Sahara began to play, uncannily noticing how the black kittens amber eyes never left the females. Young love, she thought to herself with a slight roll of her eyes, Almost always one-sided.