"Oi, yeah, I get you," said Katie to the plant, a friendly brow raised. "I don't like being tickled either. Hollered at Ginny Weasley for it the other day, you want the truth. If I had a defense mechanism like that, no one would tussle with me either."
She glanced up at Neville again, smiling. He seemed at ease enough, she thought, at least not ready to flee. It made her feel better. "I do all right at Quidditch, yeah, seems like. Never seen you at a game though-- too busy?"
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Date: 2010-08-29 05:02 am (UTC)She glanced up at Neville again, smiling. He seemed at ease enough, she thought, at least not ready to flee. It made her feel better. "I do all right at Quidditch, yeah, seems like. Never seen you at a game though-- too busy?"