She pulls her hands up in surrender, the very picture of innocence, mixed with some guilty amusement in there. "What? I wasn't - excuse me for holding my friend's hand." She rolls her eyes, a fond little smile on her face, and lets it go.
"What were you doing when you, great big Quidditch star, fell off your broom, exactly?"
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"What were you doing when you, great big Quidditch star, fell off your broom, exactly?"