The arrival of the Scottish seventh year went unnoticed by the Scottish sixth year, who was currently at a Beatles concert, ten years before, listening to "I Am the Walrus". Every now and then, her head bobbed a bit, in time with the music in her head. She also, therefore, missed Billy's approach toward her. All she knew was that suddenly there was a big silhouette, partially in her peripheral and partially in her eyeline. She gave a little jump, the onstage Beatles disappearing, and looked at him with blank surprise.

Shes crazy like a fool What about daddy cool?

A song she was vaguely, very vaguely, familiar with. Tanya tilted her head, considering responding with a lyric from the latest song to dig itself into her brain, but she decided that "Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna, boy you should've seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe" were not the best lines to use in reply. In addition to this, she wondered if the muggle band had been doing anything illegal in order to come up with lyrics like that. It took her a moment, therefore, to realize that her housemate was still speaking.

Something interesting in that fire?

Well, of course there was something interesting in the fire. Fire. It was inherently interesting in itself, which was why most students, when seated near it, watched it. The pattern of the flames was hypnotic, and in general, helped Tanya's mind stop focusing on the here and now, transporting it to the where and not now, which was usually a much nicer place to be.

Do you have a poodle on your skirt?

Oh, dear. So it was going to be one of those. One of those "ahaha, you wear silly clothes" conversations, when someone lacking in open-minded fashion sense spotted her and derived amusement from her simple, natural act of wearing clothes. It was tiresome, but Tanya rarely thought any less of the narrow-minded fashion victims. She loved modern music, she knew all the current lingo, and the most popular modern muggle television show (actually, she knew that a little too well). She just happened to love clothes a decade or two out of trend. What was wrong with that, really?

Turning her head to observe Billy's mad grin, Tanya gave a slight smile back. She didn't mind the boy, really, having seen him (and heard him) in the Commons since she'd started at Hogwarts, but she was dubious as to what he might say to her. Mostly, he teased her, and she smiled and ignored it. He reminded her, in an absurd and surreal manner, of the Fonz, a character in the show

"I only have one poodle skirt, and this isn't it," she answered, her voice lethargic with slightly unfocused attention. "I know you think I'm one hell of a crazy cat for wearing what I wear," she added, since Stating the Obvious came naturally to the Scotswoman. Turning her gaze back to the fire, which had flickered hugely thanks to a gust of wind down the chimney, her blue eyes glazed a little, daydreams hovering - as ever - on the cusp of her consciousness.

"Shes crazy about her daddy," she added absently, it being the only line in the song that wasn't actually sung. The line had cropped up, since the word 'crazy' had just been thrown around more often than usual.