Sam chuckled and shot Rhys a questioning look when she bit Lysander's hand, he wasn't one for the taste of human sadly. "Well, my cats are like that all the time, I must say, they're always doing the things that just make me cringe when I look at them... jumping from roofs, squeezing through tiny spaces, contorting themselves... it's enough to make me feel thankful for what I've got," he said, reaching over and patting Lucio gently.
"I'm Sam, and I'm a fifth year Gryffindor, though you all know that now," he said, poking his tongue out quickly at Alex, "and while I can't say that I'm a psychic, I can ((Looks back at application... WHOA, Sam is 1 year old as of last Sunday... aww, and Mari was an admin then. Anyway, back to IC)) run fairly fast. When we reach the castle we'll have to all have a race sometime, so that I can show you," he said with a smile. "Oh," he added, slapping his forehead, "And my favourite class is Charms," he told them, shouting towards the end as the train's whistle was going crazy.
"I think that answers your question Rhys," he said looking at the window as the latecomers started sprinting to get aboard.
"And that's not adventurous, just stupid," he said with a friendly smile to Andrew, shrugging a little as he did so. "Sorry man, but you'll have to step out if you want those," he added.