Quinn stood against the wall opposite the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He never normally ventured down this way for fear of getting turned around and never making it where he wanted to go, but today he was determined, and having some Slytherin friends came with perks.

Truthfully, Quinn would rather be at the bottom of the Black Lake with no Bubble-Head Charm than standing right here, and it showed in his stance—arms crossed, foot tapping, eyebrows furrowed. But he needed to speak to... the Upstead one... or else he just might die from his brain exploding. And they were the only person Quinn could talk to about this, which he was extremely frustrated about. If he could never talk to Nemesis Upstead again after this moment then everything would be right in the world. And Quinn was not going out of his way to search for them, so he would wait here until Nem either came out or went back in, wherever he was.