Emma was crouched next to the cat, murmuring to the wee beastie and letting it get used to her scent. "You're a sweet one, yeah, but I'm thinking you'll be brutal soon as you realize what we're about to get up to."
She looked over at Neville. "Remember those gloves I brought? I'm going to be needing them very shortly, yeah?"
She tucked her hands under the cat and lifted it, noticing how thin it really was. But it was a snuggly thing, burrowing it's nose under her chin and snuffling curiously. She carried it in, tightnening her hold as it started to look about curiously. "Oi, no, you don't get to go awandering, not yet, not until we've made it so you don't make Neville sneeze anymore, yeah?"