[indent][b][h3][color=#ecb939]Sienna Nessa “Ness” Hanvey
Hogwarts Express[/color][/h3][/b][/indent][hr]
Ness let Oisin go on ahead, the large cat occupying a spot on the seats across the pair before she followed. Taking off her little pack, keeping it wedged between her legs, the Irish witch got comfortable sitting down next to the window. A heartbeat’s length followed, one arm up to rest on the windowsill, before she looked over at her companion. Oisin, for his part, broke away from staring at the pair of students across to return the look languidly. [i]Well, alrighty then[/i], she thought, turning away with some measure of disinterest. 

Quick enough, Ness could feel the Kneazle paw over slowly, the seat shifting under his weight, before the cat weaved himself through one arm to get seated in her lap. Claws kneaded into her thick-woven cloak for a moment, that damn fluffy tail wisping up to wave in front of her face. Her hands were soon enough petting Oisin, though the Kneazle turned his head over to keep watch still with the two other occupants. It seemed well enough obvious that he bore absolutely no interest to the owl in its cage, though in all reality Ness doubted the owl had a similar degree of understanding the exact standing of the two’s relation.

She paused, though, watching Dusty try - and Ness hoped for his sake not fail - at small talk while the other girl seemed to be nervous about the whole of it. The smile just seemed…well, not to reach the eyes, wholly. Yeah, she wasn’t having any good time of it. She gave her own little smile, though, and gingerly weaved her arm over Oisin to extend her hand.

[color=#ecb939]”Don’t worry, Appletree always is like this. M’name’s Ness, though, and this is Oisin. Yours…?”[/color]