Well, that surprised him. "I shouldn't?" Cue confusion. Because he was pretty sure he was making a fool of himself. Unless she likes seeing me make a fool of myself. Somehow he doubted that. She didn't seem that mean. "Then you're welcome." He gave her an uncertain smile.

Well yes, options could be nice. But only in some cases. "Not if you have thirty people all show up for Chaser tryouts. Then you're overwhelmed by how to decide. So.. sometimes?" However, his fear was actually not having enough people show up. Then he was pretty much stuck with whoever came.

"Well good, it's a date!" Er.. "I mean, you know. Just.. let me know. You know where to find me." He was tempted to bury his face in his hands, but he bravely kept his gaze on hers. Apparently he just couldn't talk around her without being idiotic. She may as well get used to it.

Her frown made him unhappy.

But for some reason, she said he wasn't awkward. Seriously? Sweet! But she wasn't done. Speaking too much.. but she didn't mind. Alright. Her next statement made him literally open his mouth into a small 'o' shape. She was right, he had just said those things of his own accord. He tilted his head and scratched his scalp, wondering how that happened. Then he laughed, a full-bellied laugh that helped to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. Her affirmation of her own awesomeness amused him and somehow helped him feel a little less dumb.

That had been a nice little speech to help him feel more relaxed. But then.. he felt the soft touch of her hand, and the next thing he knew, his palms were sweating enough to drop a Quaffle. Why was she doing that? Did she want him to run away in panic? His eyes darted down to register the reality of this moment, and so he almost missed her next words. Gulp. Eyes back on her, he sat and listened to her, leaning closer to hear her better over the loud thumping of his own heartbeat. The fact that she seemed to have lots of male friends bothered him, but as he couldn't have told her why, he let that go. Her mention of her current relationship status caused him to sit up a bit straighter, but he also couldn't have explained that particular reaction. Orange.. why is she telling me this? Not that he minded, but that certainly hadn't been in the rambling he had done a moment before.

As quickly as it had come, the light pressure on his hand vanished. He barely had time to recognize the slight disappointment this brought when he felt her hand brushing his hair. In that moment, he had never before been more thankful that he didn't let his mother cut his hair over the summer. His eyebrows darted into his fringe, his gaze desperately attempting to see the act. Mental note: I should come outside more often when it's sunny. Yes, Marius. Apparently your hair does a similar thing to hers.

As she finished her speech, he swallowed through the lump in his throat several times. When he finally found his voice, he couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say. So he settled for, "Well then. I, uh.. I guess we're even now!" He gave a nervous laugh. Then some Gryffindorness reckless abandon came over him and he suddenly had the urge to ask.. "Have you ever been to Hogsmeade? Because there's some awesome stuff there, you know." He didn't elaborate as to what that awesome stuff was. "And the first weekend is next month. You should go with--" The bravery suddenly left him and his eyes widened. Realizing he had to finish his sentence, he cast about for a person. Any person. "--someone." Fail.