"It matches with the expressing myself more freely part, at least," she mused. "Or maybe it just means that I'm meant to be a princess. I might prefer that," she said, nodding. "I know royalty has to do quite a bit and all, but it's still got to be easier than being a prefect nowadays. Hermione was so much better at it than I was." There'd never been any doubt that Hermione would be selected prefect, the summer before fifth year. She was perfectly suited for the position, and Parvati and Lavender were busy being distracted by other, less important, things.
Jotting a few more things down, she nodded, giving Neville an approving smile. "That was a pretty good interpretation, actually. You're not half bad at this!" She didn't mean to sound surprised, but she was, a bit.