Quinn perked up at Ingrid's words. "Y-yeah, I agree. I'm not super excited about flying lessons, and I think it would just be worse having an angry ball trying to knock you off of your broom." Quinn shuddered at the thought of falling through open air.

Quinn nodded slowly in response to Ash. "...Right." From Quinn's knowledge, not liking or trusting someone usually came about from them doing something wrong. But, again, he didn't feel comfortable pushing the subject. Especially after seeing how uncomfortable it made Ash—it seemed she wasn't immune to being caught off guard, either. Maybe not as intimidating as Quinn once thought. He looked up towards the empty chair in the middle of the staff table. "I do wonder what's keeping him, though. Is he usually late to things like this?"