That was the thing, mostly all of the Hufflepuffs she knew where charming and sweet and fantastic. And about ninety-five percent of Ravenclaws she knew were really good natured and very kind. There were one or two that were kind of snobby. But the day she found a nice, bubbly Slytherin was the day she was going to eat her hat. Maybe he was just better at that. "Yeah, they do find it difficult. I don't know. I'm not sure I've actually held a grudge against one person."
She didn't have one person that she just didn't like it, no one that she had a vendetta against. Maybe she held a grudge against Death Eaters, but that was necessary, right? "Actually, I think what you lack is called flirting, not spontaneity." She smiled slightly. "It's all right, don't worry." She hm'd and then realized where the pans were and pointed to the pans. "You hold up the bowl and I'll scoop it into the pan."