Hearing a particularly cheerful one-sided conversation out in the hall, the ever-curious Karin felt she had to investigate. She would probably get yelled at for nosing in on other people's business, but that happened with almost everything she did, anyway.<br/><br/>Sliding open her compartment door quietly, she stuck her head out and saw a witch, probably a seventh year, dressed in a black outfit that seemed to be bursting from within with sunlight as yellow polka dots and a sunflower stood out against her black hair and blouse. It was not the kind of outfit Karin would ever be seen in, but it seemed to suit the other girl's exotic beauty and cheerful attitude quite well.<br/><br/>Realizing she didn't recognize this witch and thus, most likely, the witch would not recognize her or know her reputation, she decided it couldn't hurt to venture a question. "Who are you talking to?" she inquired of the Hufflepuff. Had Karin ever had a pet, she probably would have known you could talk to one as if it were nothing, but she never had. Toads grossed her out, she didn't see the point of owning an owl when she had no one to write to but her parents, and, though she may actually like one, her mother was allergic to cats.