"Ah yes but that's because you know me," Quentin said as he let that particular expression melt away. Patricia was right, after all - innocent he was not. Hadn't been since he was a babe in swaddling clothes. "Others wouldn't know so well though," he said loftily, and then laughed.
"If they do, I'll forward them along to Snape so he can deal with it." Really, Quentin could deal with that sort of thing on his own. but it would just be so funny to see what Snape would do with such things. Quentin was determined to make Snape laugh, or blush, or do something other than his usual gloomy, dour facade. He had all year to try.
Quentin clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Alright Miss Mystery, I'll guess. But let's walk shall we. Have time for a pint at the Three Broomsticks?" He took her arm and turned her, to guide her down the street.
"Well, since you're smiling about it, I'd say it was someone good," he guessed, and he looked at her sideways. Could it have been...? "Let me ask this - do you still need your week?"