He laughed glad she was breaking out and playing along for a change. He liked it, "Never thought you for a cooking witch." he smirked, "But we all have our specialties I suppose."
"Aw, I hated Runes," he recalled his days at Hogwarts. "Bored the hell out of me." He almost didn't notice how much he spoke recalling the past, and chuckled at his own story, "In class we used to try to carve the patterns into our desks we were so bored to show up the teacher. Not sure what we were thinking. Someone always fucked up and cracked the desk from a spell cast wrong."
Looking around, he noticed where it really was that they sat, "And then we'd come here and try and get some butter beer for free." he grinned and sipped his whiskey. It was apparent that he was quickly becoming very relaxed now that he'd brought up some his past and he was smiling a lot less cockier than before. He spoke into his glass this time almost hiding his voice, "Never worked."