"A Celestina Warbeck number?" Quentin cocked a lazy eyebrow, grin slowly forming on his face. "I should demand it before I even consider whether you keep the job. We can't have a Regulator who can't do a musical number. I hear the Unspeakables do a wonderful drag show." His mouth quirked, near-laugh, as he thought of a story he'd once heard about a Hogwarts class.
He pointed the wand towards a target and blasted a neat hole in the center. Leaning against the counter, his eyes followed Weasley's movements, analyzing them quietly. The other man was using his own wand - a sign of comfort and of honesty, with what he had said of a need to relieve strain. Using another wand would have been a hint of a decision to hone skills - this was, indeed, as Weasley had said, something different altogether.