"He does," Romilda said, leaning up against the kitchen door, yawning wildly. She wore a long muggle tshirt and he knickers, nothing else. One good thing about living with Charlie is she never had to worry about that sort of thing, she could be as comfortable as she liked all the time.
"Who has a cat that doesn't have a name?" She asked with a face, as the water boiled, "Oh coffee, you're brilliant," she said, gravitating more into the kitchen in the direction of her favorite mug.