Basil wasn’t sure what he’d expected Agrimony to say, still startled by his own willingness to go along in the first place, but the other’s nonchalant shrug seemed to settle something uneasy in the Ravenclaw’s mind. This had always been their way, hadn’t it? Macnair with some scheme and Basil just happy to be in his presence. The familiarity of it made him want to reminisce a bit longer. “Sure,” Basil replied, switching his stack of papers to the other hand. “If you’re in no particular rush, I should likely drop these off.” He gestured vaguely to the essays in hand and made a noncommittal motion with his head for Macnair to follow him. “It’s been ages since I’ve been to London,” the brunette continued thoughtfully. “Do you have any favorite haunts there?” Basil wasn’t ready to admit the relief he’d felt at Macnair’s suggestion they avoid the Three Broomsticks. Too public. In fact— all of Hogsmeade was off limits at this stage with his hiding and such. So, London it was. The less magical, the better.