Quinn furrowed his brow in thought. "Um... I... don't think so, no. Why? Is it a good story?" He was interested in how it related to the conversation. Was it about Howlers? Quinn had heard about those, and they didn't seem very pleasant.

He nodded. "W-well, they do have magical blood—like, they can see through Muggle-diversion charms and stuff, so they're definitely not Muggles. B-but.... I guess that the Alliance doesn't consider them to be, er, wizard enough. But, no... I only learned magic existed about a year ago. My mom was living as a Muggle and didn't expect me to have magic. And I was a late bloomer on top of that, so.... everything is still, um, very new." He wished he had grown up knowing about magic solely because this was not the situation to know virtually nothing in. Luckily he had been tearing through the books in the Ravenclaw common room and had made the tiniest dent in library books to try and learn as much as he could.