He tried very hard not to seem like an utter loony (which, if he were honest with himself he'd admit he completely was nutters in more ways than one) by seeming to overly thrilled with her choice to stay. He had to bite his lip to keep from asking her about what she thought about the upcoming season and luckily enough she mentioned something else.
"Oh.. yes, I saw all that shouting, in the journal, about Scotland. Shame. Real shame, you didn't play? You should've, would've been brilliant had you!"
He too settled back, a small boyish grin spreading across his face as she began crinkling her nose in thought. It was kind of cute the way she did that.
"I'm an inventor," and death eater, he thought for a moment. "I invented the Fleetwood broom polish?"