Matt Coulter is starting at Hogwarts this year. He is currently sitting alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
“Did you want this card?”, he asks. He’s not sure if she was offering him just the chocolate frog, or the card that came with it too.
"I don't collect them. You can have the other five too after I've eaten my frogs, if you want, or if you don't care you can just throw it out."
He then turns to his bag, pulls out his copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and sets about finding out what a basilisk is.
The door to their compartment opens. "Oh, you've got space," says the girl who opened it, "can I sit here?"
"Uh - sure." Miranda scoots. "You didn't like where you were sitting before?"
"I sat with my cousin's friend because I sort of know him, but his friends are not great company so I said I was following the trolley to get more Cauldron Cakes."
"Well, I'm Miranda, and that's Matt, what's your name?"
"I'm Karen. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. What House do you want?"
"I don't know if it's really much of a matter of want, I don't think I could get anything other than Ravenclaw even if sauntered in already wearing another house's colors with a live pet instance of their mascot and reciting poetry about their virtues. Ravenclaw should be good though."
"I really want Ravenclaw, but I might have to wheedle the hat."
Matt smiles at Karen’s statement, but continues to say nothing.
"What's your owl's name?"
"I haven't thought of anything good yet! Do you have an idea?"
"Hmmmm. I'd think I'd be good at naming animals but I have nothing."
"My mum thought I should call her Cloud, but I'm not really seeing her as a Cloud. Even though she's soft." She reaches through the bars of the cage to pet her owl.
"Can I pet her?"
"I can see your mum's point, though!"
"I'm not sure if owls even really learn their names, so it probably doesn't matter if I think of anything very soon."
"You could just give her a person sort of name. Julianne. Demeter. Calpurnia."
"I kind of like Demeter. It'd be awkward if then there was a person at school with us named that, though, wouldn't it?"
Matt seems vaguely confused about Karen’s definition of “a person sort of name”, but continues to say nothing.
"Does... he talk?" Karen asks Miranda.
"Yeah, just not a lot."