"I'm surprised to hear that, really," Quentin said in a dry voice, all sorts of sarcasm, because he wasn't surprised in the least. "You mean you don't invite the staff up for tea and hair braiding?" He cast a little smirk of amusement as he started to move through the office, eyes running over the portraits.
"Pity, truly," he murmured as he walked, interested as he looked over past Headmasters. Many of which were snoozing, some of whom were conversing with each other.
"Ah," he said as he stopped in front of the one of his great-grandfather, his namesake. "Hello great-grandfather," he began.