Sighs. Sam had them. She was pretty sure Ollie pulled this stunt at the start of every year to date. If it wasn't the wrong dorm, it was the Common Room. She supposed she should have been expecting it, but here she was.

"Nevermind," she began to reply, "I'll check next do-" Was she okay? She looked a little...nervous.

Maybe because she apparently had a cat. Far from looking worried, Sam chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about Ollie. He'll be fine. Put up with the Ravenclaw felines for the last five years...wouldn't surprise me if they end up as friends." Sam shrugged. "He'll probably beat...Oria, did'ya call her?...to the treats. Thinks with 'is stomach, Ollie does."

She gave the girl a warm smile, remembering how scary some of the older years had looked to her as a firstie. "I'm Sam. Didn't get to meet yeh at the feast. Who might you be, if you don't mind me askin'?"