She knew it was childish. Something about the wizard made her revert back to the adolescent she once was. It was ridiculous and immature. Almost like grasping for slivers of a childhood lost forever. Not at all offended, her companion only laughed again. It was beginning to be a habit with him. The only difference from his laughter when they were at Hogwarts together was the distinct lack of cruelty in it. He was laughing, but she didn't think he was laughing at her. Small difference.