Cat listened intresting when all the other kids talked. The brown haired boy, Zelric, had parents that had went to Hogwarts, as Cat had expected, from his obvious wizarding way to dress, and from the falcons both him and the man with him, Cat guessed it was his uncle or father, had on their shoulders, before the man sent them away. The girl, Adelaide, also had wizarding parents.<br/><br/>But the black haired boy, Giren, looked a little more confused as he asked about potions.<br/><br/>"Well, I imagine it's not the regular to muggles, but in the wizarding community all schools have some teaching of the potion subject." Cat said and smiled warmly at Giren. "I think you will find it very intresting"<br/><br/>She looked around the crowd, taking in the appearances of everyone, making sure to remember them when they got to the train in a few days, so that they maybe could sit together.<br/><br/>"I'm more intrested in transfiguration as a subject though. And flying of course." Cat said, and she wasn't lying. She loved to fly, ever since her parents had gotten her a broom when she was three. She was pretty good for a elven year old, and she was a little bummed out that first years couldn't be part of the quidditch teams, but she knew that the rules was there for a reason.