Aslan was looking up. Watching the light as it attempted to peek through the swaying green leaves. She was nearly falling asleep, had actually slipped into a sort of strange half dream when a shift in the air around her woke her enough to notice Takeru.

Languidly, almost dreamlike in her movements, she sat up just enough to look at him. for a very brief moment she wondered if this were apart of her dreaming, but it was all much too ordinary. The Gryffindor stretched, unbothered by the silence that stretched out between them. It wasn't comfortable, but it was hardly tension filled and though curious.. Aslan was almost reluctant to break it.

And yet.

"Slytherin, then." She said. It wasn't a question or a statement, more an observation on his character. Aslan hadn't thought much of it when they had met in the alley, but now she couldn't help but wonder how or if he fit into that box.