It looked like they did sort them by cheese-preferences. "Among other things," George murmured. "I can imagine for some it's a bit like a therapist's session, where he asks you seemingly irrelevant questions, and you can tell he's drawing conclusions from them. It probably makes some people so anxious." Not her, nothing in George's figure pointed to anxiety. But she seemed sympathetic enough for the potential unhappiness of others.

"Camembert," she answered. "Similar to brie, but for some reason my mother was more likely to pick up the less popular one. So rooting for the underdog resulted in that." She looked around in mock serious, and moved closer, "Actually, I'm not the largest fan of cheese. I found that question harder than the Gryffindor one!"