"Now that is very Gryffindor, thinking it's so special." She grins, teasing. But she's thinking about it and nods in agreement. "I reckon you're right. It's just curious how the Hat knows what choices you'll make before you do."

It's that. That smile, shy but hinting at deeper things -- a penchant for mischief just as much as his friends -- that she finds so damn cute. Laughing, she quirks her head ever so slightly and smiles. "All sorts of puzzles."

She leans in then, conspiratorial and close. "Whatever kinds are you talking about, mm?"