He noticed her shifting glances to the filing room. The Leaky was notorious for gossip, but most of the patrons seemed to be keeping to themselves. He reached a hand out to hers hoping to ground her.
"Death care." He repeated the words as if they had a great deal of weight. He was twenty-two and in peak physical condition. "That's something difficult for me to wrap my head around." He didn't want it to sound like bragging. If the roles were reversed he'd have a well thought out plan as well. "It probably should be something to consider now I have bludgers flying at my head on a weekly basis. Gavin doesn't exactly pull his strikes."