"Puddle, hmm?" she asked and gently rubbed a finger underneath the kitten's chin. It was not an astounding leap of logic to guess what might be a partial cause of the name, and since the Ravenclaws had to answer a riddle to get into their common room, she was accustomed to solving things. "Having accidents?" her tone was genuinely concerned, she was an animal person. It was one of those things.
"Mmhmm, usually things he intends on 'killing' not ribbons or anything. I'd guess likely from the common room." she smiled slightly, the stuttering gone entirely now that they were talking about kittens and things. "They don't usually make nests, but they do like to collect and hoard toys."