As long as his mental health would allow... well, his mental health wasn't exactly good for a multitude of reasons at the moment, so he would see how long that would be. Probably not too long.

Quinn bit his lip nervously, then nodded. "Uh... yeah. But, um... I didn't know when I came to school. At first. My dad's a Muggle, but my mom's a Squib, so I thought that might make me a half blood, a-and I put that on the form, but, um... that was... not correct." He reached up to his forehead and traced the bottom of the R, just under his hair, absentmindedly—he had been purposefully putting his hair down in front of it, even though the scar was light and would probably be nearly invisible within a couple months. That was thanks to Phoebe and her murtlap, which he was still extremely grateful for.