Comparing the little that she knew about Mitch to what she knew of Slytherins (and the books didn't have such a positive portrayal of them) Mabel supposed it was fitting enough. He was well-dressed and clearly the snobby sort. "Evil bastard then, hm?" she smiled, hardly sounding disapproving, more amused he'd proudly associate himself with a house that was presented as completely undesirable to belong to. At least he wasn't a Gryffindor, she found the hero-types interesting enough as main characters but rarely tolerable in person.
Examining the packaging of the box set, Mabel was shocked by the reality of how many movies there actually were. Eight? Did she miss a book somehow? "Hufflepuff, I guess," she shrugged after some thought, supposing it was lame but unwilling to boast anything flashier. Not even having a proper education, she could hardly consider herself a clever Ravenclaw, and she wasn't ambitious enough for a Slytherin or irrationally brave enough for a Gryffindor. "By default, I don't really fit any of them." And that's what Hufflepuffs were supposed to be, the leftovers, which felt identifiable when she never really belonged.