He was debating whether to kiss or not. Which was odd. He couldn't remember when the last time it was he had that debate with himself... or if he ever had before.
Wood watched her carefully as she ate the snitch.
"Yeah," he said, leaning in and whispering, "Saturday at Noon. Hogsmeade Quidditch Pitch. We'll see how well you can ride."
He turned abruptly and started walking toward the register, grabbing another bag of the Quidditch candy as he went.