Fancy. Why do wizards even bother having real houses?

Ellie closes the window and heads for bed. She'll unpack tomorrow.

Nobody wakes her before she's inclined to get up on her own.

She could get used to this. Probably she shouldn't actually because school will be starting in a month but still. It's nice.

She moves some clothing from her trunk into the wardrobe and some of the books she's planning on reading soon onto the shelves before emerging to face the day.

There is a somewhat large and exceptionally fluffy cat in the loft, sitting on their haunches and glaring at her tent.

"Uh. Good morning?"

"Mrrrrrr." They squint at Ellie.

"...Right. I'm going to walk past you now, please don't attack me."

They tilt their head... And huff then mrrr. Perhaps agreeably?

Here goes nothing.

They don't attack her!

They do, however, turn and follow her as she goes down the stairs.

Just a little bit creepy.

Professor Reynolds is in the kitchen, leaning against a counter and sipping at tea. "Good morning, Miss Potter," she says. "How'd you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor."

"I think I met your cat."

She glances over, sighing when the cat comes into view down the steps. "Sorry about them. Scarlet is, despite their grouchiness, harmless. ...To students, at least."

Offended meow.

"That's good to know."

Smile. "Their name's Scarlet Be Thy Coat. They'll probably warm up to you a bit over time."

"Interesting name."

Laugh. "It took me about four days to come up with that. Partially because they kept making annoyed noises about everything else I tried..."

"Seems like they're good at annoyed noises."

"An important feline skill."

"Do you want breakfast, by the way?"

"That would be nice, yes."

She cooks breakfast, then, for both of them.

"Thanks."

"It's no problem."