Aww, look at those ears. And that fluffy little tail. Jim carefully picks up the kitten, who looks perfectly at ease being handled, little paws batting curiously at his beard as he brings it closer. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, little guy," Jim tells the kitten. Is it a guy? He can't tell.

Damn, it's a good thing he still has some of the things he'd gotten for Crookshanks.

"Did you name them already?" he asks, looking back up at Hermione and the old kneazle on her lap, unsure which one of them he should be asking.