Pam sat against the window, petting Ro. She wished she could be a cat. Cat's were able to roam free, and might even get a treat or two from someone. Cat's were cute, and were able to get away with most things. But they were easily undetected, and that's why Pam felt so much like a Cat.

She sighed and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out some purple, muggle, pen and paper. She didn't want something to happen to her inkwell if the train tipped, or someone ran into it, and using a muggle pen on parchment felt wrong. She began writing a letter to her dad. She wanted to make sure they were alright. She also wanted to wait until after the start of term feast, but since she wasn't doing anything right now, she decided it was a good time.