Osahiro was gently forgiving, he certainly felt the pinch of trying to find an in-group, though the monocular gremlin's smile spoke of more mischief. With a rather uncanny Brummi accent, the monocular being spoke. "This 'ere's Osahiro Aozora." he explained. "He's from Japan, not very talkative-" before "Osahiro" could remark, presumably to rebuke his compatriot for being a "wise guy", the entity seemed to remember himself and rescind with a chuckle. "Oh, you mean lil' old me? I'm Chata, a hitotsume-kozō. Basically a House Elf, but prettier."
"Yes, we are the transfer students from Mahōtokoro-well, I am, Chata-tan is my assistant." Osahiro explains with a slight bow, his English clearly accented and a second language, unlike this "Chata-tan". Though if James managed to shake himself of one previous stupor, he may be rendered stupefied once again by the fact that none of the gremlin's mouth-movements matched up with the English language at all! "Pleasure to meet you, I believe the...Gryffindors are down that way." Osahiro gestured, he didn't quite know the ins and outs of who sat where with whom, not that such things weren't prevalent back home, just different.
He began to hear some quibble down that way, though he wasn't sure who started a fight with what. Did somebody snog someone else's prospective crush? Was it pertaining to politics? Someone failing to accrue a debt for assistance with schoolwork? Osahiro's conversation with Ranjit had revealed how shockingly different Britain and Japan were.