Okay. Okay. Okay. It's just a question. It's just a question to be asked that you can't take back and could probably get him killed if it were to ever get out but it's fine it's perfectly fine.

"O-okay, um, I w-was, um..." Quinn was shaking a bit, but he took a deep breath and started over. "I want to start a training session for first years. Maybe even second years. F-for, um... for battle magic. Because... there's no way this term is going to end nicely," though he would never himself incite a rebellion, he knew others might—or, if not, the Alliance could simply turn on the school, "and we are the defenseless ones, and the easiest to threaten, and are a liability on the part of the staff and upperclassmen. B-but if we can prepare ourselves, even a little bit, we can defend ourselves. A-and I, for one, won't be as scared." He let out a shaky breath as he paused.

He pulled out the list from his pocket. "I-I've been doing a lot of reading, and I've found a bunch of spells I thought might be useful and I wrote them down." He brought the list over to her. It started with some pretty basic spells—Levicorpus, Protego, Petrificus Totalus and the like—but it gradually got more advanced—Expecto Patronum, Stupefy, Sectumsempra. "I wanted to ask.... I wanted to know what you thought about it. A-and..... I know that I can't do this by myself. I can't do this with just first and second years. We need someone—or a group—to help us. A-and we would need a place to train. I was thinking about up here, since it was so far away, but we wouldn't be able to have a large group—though I never planned on it being a large group, since that would draw too much attention—but this is still pretty exposed either way. And we would have to plan a schedule, and make sure going to and from training wasn't suspiscious and of course I don't know if we'll be able to get to all these spells since there's so many and—" he broke off, 'Uh, well, that's... that's if you think this is a good idea." He looked at her expectantly. It was all out there now; it was in Bernie's hands. Thinking about it, that was.... a bit of a dilemma he just plopped right into her lap. For her to decide. But he needed a second opinion, someone to say yes or no—he didn't exactly trust himself to make the best decisions all the time. And this was his heftiest one yet.