Marigold frowned for a moment at what he'd said. Both parts of what he'd said. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it off her shoulder and then shrugged, not sure how to reply to him without seeming rude.
"One, no. You do not like me because you know nothing about me other than the fact that I kissed you when I got angry." Marigold pointed out. "And two, you don't have to be in Ravenclaw just because you enjoy doing work. There are other things about me that don't make me a Ravenclaw."
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