She nodded slightly to confirm his maths but that was about it. And Glenda didn't really like the way he laughed but she held firm. "Not necessarily," some of those psychopaths out there liked to play cat and mouse. She'd read enough news stories, spoken them over the air in more censored highlights.
"You can't blame me for wanting to be prepared," she arched an eyebrow as she considered him, deciding not to move just yet. The shoes might have been terrible to run in but she was still very uncertain of him - especially with that ridiculous claim - well, all of those claims were ridiculous. Everyone dead? Hogwarts dragging people through time?
"Harry Potter is twelve years old and I know too many stupid people who got that fucking scar tattooed on their faces," Glenda argued, nose wrinkling slightly at the distaste of that particular statement. "There's no. Fucking. Way. None of it."