He circled around to the Ravenclaw table as well, letter in hand. He stopped beside Cho, falling to one knee and offering his palm. She'd gotten over the barrelling straight into her chest thing, but Harry still felt incredibly guilty. Rolling her eyes, Cho offered her own hand, expression twisting into something amused when Harry pressed the barest breath of a kiss to the back of it. "Most Noble Mistress, Cho Chang, please forgive my actions and accept this invitation as an invitation towards peace and forgiveness." The entire Ravenclaw table was quiet, watching the interaction with interest. 