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The older girl's cat perhaps knew that it was currently a kind of celebrity in this very compartment as its tail swished graciously. Aurelia lifted her deep brown eyes when the girl asked what her name was. She looks stunningly pretty, with her lucious ginger hair that made her emerald eyes be highlighted with the contrast of colours, specks of freckles gracing her cheeks. The young witch had never seen someone that looked beautiful; she was half-expecting that the girl was some kind of a muggle celebrity. Oh no, she looked like one of those brave feminine warriors she had read about in her books when she was a child. She was inherently starstruck, and the hoot of the train snapped her back to reality. Aurelia decided that she idolises her very much.

“Aurelia Valentine,” the young witch answered, her delicate face reddening slightly from the attention she was presently accumulating. The older girl's voice is soothing, gentle, and very much accommodating; a tone that she never heard from her own mother. Her bright mind worked tirelessly to say something incredible or perhaps brilliant enough to gain the older girl's favour; as now she was deemed as a type of older sister. Before she could even procure a remotely clever thing to say, her fluffy cat hopped beside Aurelia, swishing its tail with an expectant look in its doe eyes. The young witch was certain that the cat is somehow sentient, as though she understood what it demands. Upon the older girl's permission, she tentatively reached for the cat's fur, before her nimble fingers disappeared within its mane. And...

Oh, my gosh.

This feline is perhaps the fluffiest animal in the whole wide world—the Muggle and the Wizarding World combined. She chewed her lip thoughtfully to prevent herself from squealing and jumping around, or perhaps grabbing it and hugging it tight, which she knew she would earn a well-deserved scratch. Her free hand reached out to scratch the chin of the fluffy cat, and she almost sobbed with joy when she had earned the most adorable purr perhaps in the whole world. This cat is the highlight of her day; it would be fine if it leaves its fur on her pristine and perfectly pressed black robes. It would have felt like a reward. It would have felt like an honour to be favoured by a cat. These felines are very much cloying, and to be chosen felt like being coronated as queen of the cats. “Um, what's its name, if I could ask?” Aurelia did not shy away from asking, her deep brown eyes focused on the purring feline.

Aurelia lifted her gaze when the boy, a blond with hair like ocean waves. They were putting their cat on his lap, a black tubby. If that was called tubby, Aurelia did not know much about cats. The feline, of course, protested but went to sleep incredibly fast, like it was the most important thing in the world right now. It's nap time. The cat had never bothered to look them in the eye, just went on with its business, which is sleeping. Aurelia figured that it must be the sleepiest cat of them all. Absentmindedly still brushing her palm on the mane of the other cat, she almost jumped when the boy turned to them to ask a question. The boy is a Second Year, and if that wasn't revealed, then she would've supposed that the boy shares the same age as her.

“I'm a First Year,” the young witch replied, and the irk she felt for the shortest answer she had conjured almost became evident in her face, her lips almost twitching and threatening to wince. Attempting to redeem herself as she knows that they are being social for the ride to feel very welcoming; Aurelia cleared her throat. However, she couldn't think of anything to add, so she thought she ought to ask for Mylo's cat instead. “What's your cat's name?”