Rus blinks. He's never heard them called 'people skills' before, but he can see how the term might be applicable. "I mean," he says, "that if I had intervened, the abuse would have stopped." He's very sure about that. "I have no idea either," he scowls. "I didn't have time to check. I meant that I didn't kill him before, though I begged My Lord to let me as an example to others."
Rus listens, bewildered. This isn't really helping. He does know one thing though: "You should never laugh at someone that powerful."
He sighs. "Why would I want to go to a Hufflepuff reunion?"
Oh well, there's always ferrets.
Rus turns to look, nodding slightly at the wave. The boy doesn't look any different really than all the other garishly accoutered muggles he's seen. "Does he?" he asks dryly. "You have been keeping low company." Meaning mostly McGonagall.
Rus pats his pockets theatrically. "Not on me, no," he answers. "Can I change this?" He picks up a knife from the table.