Oh, look, Quinn was capable of smiling. Though he had a feeling it was due to some sort of strange satisfaction of having him cornered and uncomfortable. She was a peculiar girl, wasn't she?
Pushing a pebble in between his feet, he hadn't noticed the Ravenclaw let go of Spot, who skipped right back at him, immediately bringing a grin to his lips. It was really everything he needed to be happy - just throw any sort of living being his way, and he was instantly excited.
He decided it would be more comfortable to resume his cross-legged position on the ground - praying he wouldn't stain his robes beyond the power of cleaning spells - and hugged the crup. "Ahh, I want to adopt you," he told the creature as he poked the little guy's nose, sighing wistfully. Looking up at Quinn, he said, "You think they'd let us keep more than one pet at Hogwarts?" |