Well that was true. They had magic and were resourceful enough. They were Ravenclaws and they could do anything. Mind you, that was likely just her mentality about it. "He's a strange cat... I've never had one that gave kisses like that before." And yet he did all the time. It was nice to see him being affectionate towards other people, especially Anthony. Usually it was just Dorcas or Lia. She was sure Lia was going to steal her cat one of these days.
She chuckled softly as they bantered back and forth, kind of glad she didn't have to have full involvement. Two people was surprisingly overwhelming. Two boys more-so. "Glad you two solved your 'differences'," she rolled her eyes, covering her mouth with a hand to stifle a giggle. As if that had been a proper argument.
Closing her eyes, she lifted her hand to idly play with the ends of Michael's hair. That was more soothing than anything else to be honest. "Maybe they are. A form of mass hysteria through post traumatic stress disorder..." She had meant that to be a joke but now that she thought about it, it could happen. "I've an idea. Why don't we gather up all the cushions and set up a spot in front of the fire." Her gaze turned up to Michael and she arched an eyebrow in a silent challenge, "Michael can tell us a story."