<strong>Monica Nguyen</strong><br/><br/>The young woman shrugged, "Really, I don't think they liked the idea of the school.  Or schools in general."  And after the events of, must be eleven years ago, when she was six and well before school, that school had definitely changed.  Especially after the Ministry's handling of the situation.  "They're not big fans of the Ministry either."  Which was almost equally uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Monica did, however, seem more at ease with Yowl rubbing around her.  She even scratched the cat's ears.  "No, no pets . . . at least none that could come here.  We've got a few at home, a hippogriff too and an owl, of course.  But no cats or rats or toads . . . I haven't seen the dorm yet, what's it like?"  Actually, she'd never seen a dorm in her life, just heard stories.