"Angel’s Trumpet," Lilly said tiredly as she entered the common room and flopped onto a chair next the the fire to warm up. Smartie bounded along behind her, obviously, unlike the blonde, in a good mood on that day. Maybe he caught a nice jucy mouse or something. She'd have to check that there weren't any dead rodents in her dorm. Smartie had nearly eaten someone's pet rat once and Lilly knew how bloodthirsty the cat could be. She patted her lap, indicating for Smartie to sit on her lap and he jumped up, purring in a manner showing that he wanted to be stroked. So she did, staring at the flickering fire and, as usual, daydreaming in a completely different world.