[ Hermione settles against his side again once she's burdened him with chocolate, planning to leave him with a little bit more before she dodges off to go and let him get some sleep. Maybe she can ask for the King and Queen to set Legolas up with a regular supply if he seems to like it - it couldn't hurt, after all.

Still. He doesn't look entirely pleased with the frog. Less of that, maybe. ]

I think that people often see what they want to see. You can be the nicest person in the world, or the most broken, and sometimes people can be so blinded by prejudice or misunderstanding that they don't see all the good inside of you, even if it's a tiny little piece. That's one of the downfalls of people, though, I suppose.

I never thought him heartless, though.

[ She really doesn't mind babbling on about her school, not when Legolas looks so rapt and interested. She's almost preening with the attention -- and how had her attempts to comfort him turned into a lecture again? ]

There's an enchanted hat - the Sorting Hat - that the founders created way back when. You put it on your head and it kind of... Reads your mind, almost? And it tells you which house you're best suited for.