Stephen didn't say much more on the topic. He kept his thoughts, worries, excitement for possibilities, all to himself. It wasn't that he was hiding things from her it was just that sometimes she didn't need to hear what he was thinking. She knew already.
The rest of the night was spent doing things that most would declare to be a Ravenclaw's dream. Reading, talking, listening to music and sketching. It was nights like this that made Stephen wish they never had to end.