"Probably just the Slytherins." Caradoc agreed with a laugh, but he doubted very much it was confined to a single house, of all the returnees those that Patrick would have had the opportunity to know the majority were not Slytherins. "If I see one I'll be sure to let you know."
"Bit hard for a place that claims to be open 24 hours a day to lock up for the night, wouldn't you say?" He arched an eyebrow at Patrick in question.
"Boring and useless?" Caradoc repeated with a smirk, it was obvious he and Patrick disagreed on that fact. "I don't know about that, they certainly have some nice assets that men just seem to lack." He chuckled. "Ah I see," Patrick was obviously someone who worked for the body he had, and it certainly paid off of course, but Caradoc wasn't sure he would have had the patience for it - it was one thing to train and keep himself in shape, his body was shaped thanks to weeks tracking over rough terrain, and hours training. "A cure for lycanthropy? You think you can manage something like that?" Caradoc would admit he was just the slightest bit interested, he blamed the Ravenclaw in him. "There was never a doubt that looks and brains could go hand in hand, trust me."
"Like Caradoc." He offered shaking his head. "No it doesn't much matter in here." There were civilians there of course, but they would die just like any Order members if things took a turn for the worst.