Millicent, a plump girl with black hair, turned hesitantly to Hermione, who offered an uncertain smile in return. "I’d be happy to share if you like?" Hermione said cautiously. "If you don’t mind that I have a cat as my familiar?" She gestured at Crookshanks who was sitting on the ground next to her. He was a sweet cat who followed her about now he was older, almost like a puppy, but much lazier and inclined to nap.