"Christ, I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't realize you were one of the ones..."
Ioan frowned deeply. He was being honest; he hadn't even known who actually found the Headmistress. To have seen what the Daily Prophet described as a dog attack...it must've been horrible. Shaking his head, he looked away, out over the lake, his eyes narrowed in the deepening gloom. For a moment, he fumbled for words, trying to come up with a safer topic than the ones they'd just been discussing.
"Eh, Quidditch," he laughed. "How's Quidditch for your house this year?"