I’m Harry Potter, but you can just call me Harry. Nice to meet you, Kainé.

(To be fair, he didn’t have anything else to eat at the moment, so it was a great thing. Rose happily squeaks as she stops her veggie munching, the little pink puffball is happy to meet the new person.)

Oh this pink thing. That’s Rose, she’s my familiar, and the owl relaxing at the coat hanger is called Hedwig, she is an old friend of mine from home.