A fourth figure stood some distance away from the others, leaning on the rail, gazing out at the water thoughtfully with a small tortoiseshell calico in his arms.  Stroking the little cat and speaking to her softly, the dark-haired young man seemed lost in thought, content to be on the sidelines of the gathering for now.<br/><br/>He was wearing the school kilt, at least, but also a tee shirt (on which was printed a humorous picture of a dragon sitting amongst a pile of armor and picking its teeth with a lance, accompanied by the legend 'sometimes the dragon wins').  Next to him was a modest pile of luggage--less than most other students, in fact.<br/><br/>Yet the arrival of the American student seemed to pull him out of his shell.  Another brief conference with the tortie and he turned toward the two young women and approached, keeping the tiny cat cradled in his arms.<br/><br/>"Bonjour, mademoiselles...et aussi monsieurs les chats."  He held his little friend out toward them and switched effortlessly to English.  "This is Regina.  She wishes to greet your familiars, if it is permitted?"