She looked down at their bodies pressed together, a shy smile on her face. "I think you've got this impression of yourself that you're not great. You've alluded to messing up, or maybe that you think you might, but I think you're great. And I don't think you'd have to worry about a house changing you. Those houses, they don't mean much once we're all in our beds at night. We're just people. Slytherin, Ravenclaw. You would have turned out a right git if you were meant to be. At least, that's what I think."