"Now now Patrica," Quentin teased her. "Everyone deserves love. Even if they're horribly fat and look like a giant slug. Or, if they're dead." Although he wouldn't recommend a living person go after a dead one! That was fairly illegal. And he also wasn't sure how that would work, logistically. Hard to put something in it if it just passed right through it.
"Nothing too major. Few of the younger years tossing things around, but a glare from Snape stopped that quick." The Headmaster was efficient at such things, Quentin would give him that.
He took one of the menus and flipped it open in front of him, and then proceeded not to look at it at all. What Patricia was saying was much more interesting than anything else. "Well, that didn't even take you a day, I'm impressed."
His hands folded together over top of the menu and even Mops looked interesting, even though he surely had no idea what was going on. "And? Do I get to say 'I told you so' somewhere in here? Because I do enjoy that," he teased. But his smile was warm. He was happy for Patricia. And for Alix.
And then he cocked an eyebrow. "No, I can't say I've ever noticed how Alix smells. Although I'm sure he'd be glad to hear that," he said with a wicked little laugh. "Were you taking a lot of time to smell him?"