Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Andy felt in need of an evening of tv and munchies, surprisingly without an afternoon of smoking preceeding it. So he was sitting on the couch with a large array of candy and chips spread out around him, flipping through channels and looking for something that would hold his interest for more than few minutes.

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"Yep. Help yourself." Andy noticed the cat. "Who's your friend?"

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Diana plopped down on the couch and reached out for a handful of candy. "Samuel. I'm Diana. You?"

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"Andy." He reached out a hand to Samuel for him to sniff.

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Samuel looked slightly confused at the offered hand but butted his head against the fingers. "He's completely spoiled." Diana informed him.

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"Does he like potato chips?" Andy asked, already breaking a chip into small pieces and offering one to the cat.

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"Yes." Said cat and girl at the same time. Samuel looked smug about this. Diana looked annoyed.

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Andy blinked at the cat. "Did you just talk?"

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"Um, yeah? People talk?" Diana said, failing to look innocent. Samuel looked slightly abashed.

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"He," Andy pointed at Samuel, "is a cat. They don't usually talk."

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Diana shrugged. "Just because you don't listen properly."