Niki made a little face at her. "I wouldn't miss. That much," he informed her a bit loftily. "I'm pretty good. At Transfiguration." And his wand wouldn't let him miss, not his precious, precious wand that did such wonderful things. That he slept with under his pillow, a hand gripped tight to it. It whispered to him in his dreams as well as in his waking moments.
His head tilted, still looking quizzical, but he decided she had a good point there. "Maybe. That's. A pretty good idea." He would look through the house once he was home and find a room. Or just do it in his room. That could work. He didn't mind random things wandering about his room. Niki rather liked creepy crawlies.
"You were in. My House," he decided, because he couldn't imagine how else he would know her. She hadn't been in his Year, he was sure of that. And most of the people he would recognize outside of his Year would have been Slytherins as well. "Your name is..." Okay, that he couldn't remember. Something.