Thomas blinked in response to the Gryffindor's description of her summer. I he had been escorting Sloane to the infirmary for any other reason than OJ in the eyes, he might have decided she was having some sort of fever dream. Merlin, giant squids and kittens?

"That certainly sounds..." Dangerous. "Eventful. I do hope the kitten survived, then?" Obvious she and her friends had lived to tell the tale. While he wasn't up to date on all the events detailed in the Prophet or Witch Weekly, he was sure that he would have heard about a student's death before now.

By then, they had arrived at the Infirmary door, and he sought to open it before she walked into the wood. He began to usher Sloane inside, looking for the nurse whose sight wasn't ever really all that welcome, grumpy as she was.