Hermione's mastered the art of walking and reading, but upon seeing the familiar patterning of a tabby's stripes out of the corner of her eye, she sets the book down, looking down at the small kitten that's just turned a corner and seems to be peering up at her. "Well hello!" she remarks, surprised as she stoops down and tentatively holds a hand out for the little cat to sniff. "Where did you come from?"

That question is answered soon enough when Samouel comes into view, and she smiles up at him when she sees the other cat near him. "Are these yours, or have you started a cat-sitting service?"