"Certainly not!" he was apparently appalled at the audacity of the statement, but he looked at her with a smile. She seemed all right now, that she wasn't all, well angry with Lily. He waited for her rebut.
And then it came. "Walk with me then," he interjected. He always enjoyed the company, after all. And when not provoked she seemed all right for sure. "Isadora," Quincy said thoughtfully, and his head tilted as if he were thinking on it. "Isadora would probably just call you a muggleborn. She isn't particularly vulgar, nor completely abrasive." She should've said someone more dangerous! Artemis might've hexed her.
"I don't mind ghosts at all," he said with a bright shining smile on his face. She was really trying very hard. It was a good look on her. After all of her ranting, he said finally, "You can either go back to your common room, and wait for your wand." A curious look came about his face, and he continued, "Or you can walk with me to the Owlery and I'll give you your wand when I mail Lily's." Those were her options. Quincy might've been easy to rile, easy to hurt his feelings, and easy to bed, but he certainly wasn't easy to convince.