"Present company?" Hermione asks, glancing up at Bill. It's nice to see the pony being less stubborn now than he'd been when she'd last seen him.

She looks back down at the kitten as she feels it roll over onto its feet, the back of her finger lightly stroking along it as it takes an interest in Sam and the offered digit. It looks as though he's getting ready to pounce, and Hermione hums softly, slightly amused for the first time in what feels like ages. "Careful; he looks like he thinks he's in the midst of a hunt."