"A fine name for a legacy passed on. Greet your brother properly, Sochya."

The little black kneazle kitten gives a big yawn and stretch before getting up wobbly on his feets and leaning over to sniff at the kitten in Hermione's hands. He curls his tail around himself and leans against the kitten.

Hello, brother.

"It would seem that you've accomplished the task Crookshanks entrusted you with, Hermione."