John gave a nod and brought his sword up and over his shoulder to shrug it off. He set it down in front of him with the strap intact, the popped the hilt up to show a couple of inches of blade. He slammed it shut again and sighed, pulling it over once more and fiddling with the strap that kept it in place.
"Not sure I need lessons. Not a lot functions without a head. Pretty sure it's a constant, even here," he said and finally laid his arms on the table again. When a waitress passed, he gave a short whistle for her attention and tapped the table for the ticket. "And her's, the girl's please. Told her it was my treat."
John dug into his pockets for what cash he'd scrounged up so far and dumped it on the table along with a handful of change. He started counting it out while watching Hermione.
"So your friend is what, a renegade? Going to cause you problems, that. Best you not have friends at all in this climate, if it's all going to hell anyway."