There was a measure of disapproval involved, but it wasn't directed at her. He loosened up a little with a strangely familiar relief that came from hearing someone else being abused. "Coming back to Hogwarts is quite a plunge, as far as returning from Muggle society. You must have had a bit of a shock." He sipped at his wine, and finally realized that she was out; it seemed rude, at least as far as he knew about such things, to leave her dry while he was not. He summoned another bottle, and it settled itself on her side of the table. "I am sorry," he said, and it might have referred to her empty glass, to her cheating bastard of a husband, or to his side-tracking of the conversation. "We were, weren't we. But I've been at Hogwarts for twenty-two years, and it's had only intermittent periods in which it's been at all exciting."