As she heard the word "transfer", Moun couldn't help but think of her friend Hattie's brother. She shivered slightly.
France... she repeated dreamily.
This brought back quite a bunch of memories, and a whole lot of contradictory emotions. She shook her head to chase those away.
Well... welcome to Hogwarts... and to Ravenclaw, she added, as her eyes fell upon the emblem on the boy's chest.
Why did you transfer? she asked, curious.
The boy looked pretty old for that. Unless... she suddenly recalled Hattie's revelations about that professor.
Did you... feel threatened there or something? she lowered her voice as she said that.
The claw girl looked at the black kitten, and the smile came back on her face.
Don't worry, that's okay. He's really cute, she told.
She grabbed the rat in her pocket by the neck and put him in front of the baby cat. At first, Plato tried to climb back in her hand, but as Moun removed her hand and he was left facing the kitten, he curiously approached the little feline and started to sniff it.
I'm Moun, the girl added, looking back at the french boy and stretching her arm. And this is Plato.