"Maybe. If I ever become headmaster of Durmstrang, I'll definitely break the long-standing stupid tradition," he declared, even if the chances of him ever becoming headmaster anywhere were slim to none.
Nodding, he stretched his arms above his head and pushed to his feet, "Yeah, we should get good seats for your first Quidditch match in who knows how long."
He debated whether or not he needed a coat, but as long as she had to get one anyway, he might as well.