"You're probably right about that," she said. "You sound like my kind of person." If he was going to Hogwarts, too, she could see herself wanting to be friends with him. She thought about his question for a minute, making a slight face at the mention of cockroach cluster. "I'd go with one scoop of butterbeer and one scoop of jelly slug. Cockroach cluster sounds disgusting." An expression of amusement and surprise spread across her face when he mentioned the Bertie Bott's ice cream. "Whoa! What flavor was it?"

"I've seen my mom and dad cast spells loads of times," she said, revealing that she was a pureblood. "So I kind of know about them, but I've never cast one myself." Thanks but no thanks to getting into trouble with the Ministry of Magic. "What kind of spells do you want to learn at Hogwarts?" He was a Hogwarts student, right? "I want to learn how to summon things to me and how to change a quill into a rhino!" That was a possibility, right?

"I haven't really figured out the house I'm hoping for, but I think I'll be a Gryffindor!" she said with enthusiasm. "I don't want to be a Slytherin. I'm not much of a bad guy." She clearly had some things mixed up when it came to the houses. "Well, I hope you get into Hufflepuff," she added, and then she met his hand with a handshake of her own, except her hand had dripped ice cream all over it.