You screamed like a little girl when I picked up a big spider I found on the sidewalk. I blushed and put it down—if we'd been somewhere private I'd have Transfigured it into something silly. Then again, we weren't really in public, just the Muggle world. If we were in public I'd have had to explain what the screaming was all about.
It was a relief, of sorts. That we didn't match in every respect, that you could be grossed out by things I found amusing. That some of the differences between us are acceptable enough not to matter.