He shot a glance in either direction and dropped his voice to soft tones.
"I'm a Metamorphmagi. I'm not supposed to be all proclaimey about it, but I can't help changing colors. I haven't learned how to stop it yet, most of the time."
He grinned, and waggled his ears, which were longer for a second.
"Nice to meeeeet you, Mona!! I'm a Gryffindor! I tried to die my hair once, but it didn't tak. I think my hair didn't like it."
He nodded earnestly.
"No, er, I didn't stop moving around, yet. Do I have to?"
He looked up at her with eyes that came close to actually being puppy dog eyes, big and mournful. He liked moving around, and staying still all the way to hogwarts would be.... impossible!