"Some pretty awesome women in your family," he said with a smile, wondering when the last time he'd had a conversation like this was. He then laughed. "That;s why I like 'em. Probably why I ended up a Beater as well." He opened his mouth to make what was probably going to be a flippant comment about how he'd have avoided becoming a werewolf if he'd tried harder to become a Quidditch player but then realised that he wasn't there yet. He was nowhere near joking about it.
He shook away those darker thoughts and concentrated on what Savannah was saying. "Malfoy? I think there was an Abraxas Malfoy who was some kind of big thing around the Ministry but I didn't really pay much attention to that. The purebloods in the dorms used to talk about that sort of thing but..." He shrugged. "That was never going to be my life so I just let them get on with it and did my own thing."
"Maybe," he said slowly, looking up at the school again, still wondering why it had brought him here. He probably wasn't going to get an answer though. "Yeah, sure," he said with more in the way of diffidence than enthusiasm. In his experience, people didn't want to be friends with werewolves. Well, except maybe Savannah. She did seem to kind of be the exception to the rule.