Amelia watches the cat carefully, a little confused by what it's doing. Not understanding the creatures to begin with certainly isn't helping her here. Cats are... strange.

The comment about the crossroads earns a single huffed laugh and a wry smile. Yes, that's something the rogue is very familiar with. "It's the best and worst place to be in life," she notes, an air of knowing in her words. "Even if you do determine your path, there's no telling how long it may take to begin it - or if it will turn out to be the one you need to be on." Says a woman who's been working on figuring which of the infinite number of paths at her feet to take for well over a year now. It's always easier to give advice than follow it.

Hermione's question earns a more amused smile as she crosses her free arm over her chest alongside the other. "I'm best with my blades - my rapier and my gauche - but I have a fondness for the slingshot my father gave me some years ago." The corner of her lip tugs into a smirk as she adds, "I'm not bad when it comes to a fistfight either." Physical training like what Amelia puts herself through definitely helps with that. She needs something to occupy her time when magical practice and research aren't cutting it.