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Esme 
"It's an adrenaline rush though. To be in a place that's actually haunted or has the presence of evil about it. Because you have no control over what'll happen to you. I think it's cool to sink to that level where you act purely on instinct, having no real control on your emotions or actions." Of course he was weird like that and Rachel wasn't weird.
"Wha?" Reid asked not really sure what he'd done to deserve that smile of hers. Sure he was glad that he had but he didn't know why. Which added to his confusion. Everything to do with Rachel was confusing recently since he didn't know why she was reacting the way she was. At least apparently she could look at him without hurting. Right? "Does it still hurt?" Reid unconsciously blurted out, wishing he hadn't the minute he asked.
"Yep. Confused. I think it's a perfectly legitimate answer really." he said, nodding to emphasize his thoughts on being correct. Sure it might be somewhat strange to say that he'd been confused but it was still correct and in line with the parameters of her question. Therefore confused was a legitimate answer. Plus just saying that he'd been confused was easier than explaining why he was confused. At least at the moment it was anyway.
"Congrats Rach," Reid said, smiling down at her, truly happy that she was a beater. "I'll make sure to watch the matches where Ravenclaw plays." To make sure you don't get hurt. To him her being a beater was putting herself in danger, but still it made her happy so he'd go and cheer for her like the good... friend? he was.
Reid blinked slightly in complete and utter shock. Rachel had nearly hit him. He blinked again, letting the thought sink in. She could have broken his nose. Which would be PAINFUL and so not good for his career. Of course if Rachel did it he'd forgive her and deal with it but still. She nearly HIT HIM. Maybe I should have taken that step backwards before.
"It's fine. Really."
"Well, whatever makes you happy, Reid," Rachel replied with a small smirk. He was SO cute... It's no wonder last year happened. They were perfectly balanced - enough similarities so that they can share everything with each other yet just enough differences so that they won't get bored.
Stupid Sienna Spring-Cleaning. . . . Eh?
Come on - you HAVE to have something better than THAT up your sleeve! "What does?" she asked, so happy she didn't have idea what he meant. Oh wait - last time they had strolled in Hogsmeade together she had broken her ankle and as a result had sported VERY impressive bruises for quite a while. Surely he didn't think THAT still hurt, did he? Odd.
Laughing at his defensive manner, the sixth year raised her arms in surrender.
"Fine, fine - I never said it wasn't legitimate," she laughed as she lowered her hands, flicking a stray hair out of her face as she chuckled at his expression.
"Oh, you'd better. I will never talk to you again if you won't," she replied playfully, half kidding and half not joking at all as she poked him lightly in the chest. She would LOVE for Reid to be there when she played Quidditch. . . That way, even if she played like a 4 year old, she would know that at least SOMEBODY didn't hate her. Other than the team winning on her expense of course.
Well, at least she hoped he wouldn't. First thing to remember when you want people to support you: don't act beater and swing yourself into their faces.