Beth looked over to him and nodded, ”well, from now on I’ll call you undercover slytherin…or snakeboy if that makes you feel better?” she offered with a grin, maybe he could find a new way to sort people – that would be neat. ”I’d support that, really, a telepathic hat is a bogus sorting. Method” she explained with a sigh as she noticed he wasn’t dancing.

”Reese…whats wrong?” she asked her eyebrow rising as clearly, something had misfired in their conversation. ”…I was talking about quidditch y’know right? Me trying for beater its for the good of them…and you cheering me on will help me” obviously.

She didn’t know that she had hurt him but something about way he stopped dancing made her think he had misheard her somehow. She wasn’t talking about him as like…always she was talking about herself. The little narcissist.