He was smiling at her. Certainly that was an improvement over the shy but cute evading he'd always tried before. People really did grow up.
"Well, true. But the gown isn't helping." She rested her chin on her hand and surveyed his with no lack of interest in it, wondering if he was wearing pants underneath.
"And you're sick along with half the rest of the world apparently. So I wouldn't feel too terribly about it."
When he mentioned quitting his job, her eyes widened. "Really? Oh, I would have thought you'd make a brilliant.. what was it you were doing, Auror, right? So you're trying for Quidditch instead? How exciting. You'll be certain to make a team. With the way you play, I can't imagine how they could turn you down. They'd be complete and utter fools."
She picked up his water pitcher, finding it mostly empty after he'd finished pouring, and got up to fill it at the sink for him. "What team are you hoping for? I need to know who to cheer for."