"The quill. or.. or the.. th.. cat?" she stuttered slightly, which might be kind of strange, considering she never stuttered when she was called on in class. It's not surprising he didn't know her first name, she never looked up unless she was called on, always sat either at the table with another Ravenclaw or on her own, depending on the class size. At least he was a Hufflepuff though, having Edgar behave like that in front of a Gryffindor or a Slytherin could lead her to further embarrassment. The other Ravenclaws were likely used to it by now. Old, cranky, finicky cat that he was.
She turned her gaze from him to the kitten on the floor looking confused and then she crouched down and pattered her fingertips on the floor near him. "Oh, hello there little one. Edgar didn't scare you did he?" She glanced upa again, black hair still screening her face. "This one yours? He's a cute little guy.."