Julian smirked, reclining back in the chair as he folded his arms over his stomach. A cough from further inside the room reminded him where he was, however, and he was quick to straighten up and minimize the contact.
"As if I'm anything but," he smirked, lips quirking into what could almost be deigned a smile. Really, he wasn't that full of himself, but the playful banter was relaxing. It made him feel like things were back to the way it used to be, and could possibly return to.
Though after this, Julian would never look at magic the same way again. Whether or not his magic was still in tact.
To her question, Julian raised an eyebrow.
"We're Slytherins, Astoria," he drawled, as if she needed a reminder. "Surviving is what we do best. We'll cope and manage, and it may not be fine but it'll be just as good. No matter what happens."
Though the doubt still nipped away at him. That things would go horribly wrong and that it wouldn't be "just as good" but worse. Unimaginably so.