Severus & Edgar
The laugh brought an arched brow. He managed to hide the amusement from his features, keeping his gaze on the crowd. From what he knew of Severus, the man wasn't exactly a bubbly persona, and Edgar could understand why others had failed to approach. His body language spoke volumes; it was a stark difference to Edgar, who was generally relaxed in most settings.
He winced theatrically at the mention of asking about that subject. "I think he might piss himself laughing if he saw Edgar Bones asking about Potions," he said through a short laugh. The very fact that his sister, three years younger, had dragged him through the necessary exams really was not an exaggeration.
"Pretty sure he still thinks I got through my OWLs with Felix Felicis," he said with a smirk, his gaze still intent on the event. "However, as I pointed out, I couldn't possibly brew that and I also wouldn't have risked the wrath of Marchbanks." That was one scary exam invigilator.