[Cold nose. Cold wet nose. She lets out a surprised squeak first, and then she lets out an indignant one. After a while of just gawping at the wolf doing biscuits and curling on her bed.

Thankfully not on the notepad but close.]

Well I guess that answers my question of whether you have a space in this place. Huh.

[She comes to stand at the side of the bed, hands on her hips, just watches him. Taps her foot. Deliberates.

Crookshanks used to do this. She should know by now that judgement will not work.

She sighs, and shoos him, crawling up in the spot near the pillow.]

You have no right being such a large - oof - let me just.

[When she does settle, she picks up the notebook and realises that it's late and, honestly, the brain for studying is not awake right now. She looks at the croissant of a wolf and sigh.]

Fine, you can stay, but let me lie down. I want to sleep too.