Whatever she said, his expression hadn’t changed as he kept staring at her like she was an alien creature. “I wouldn’t,” he put in eventually, at her latter comment; scowls helped him more often than not, and he knew too many mad people to agree.
That said, he wasn’t much equipped to keep up with fast-talking people in conversations, so it took him another second to digest what she’d been exclaiming about; he shot another look at her cup and then the nearby booth the hot cocoa had come from. “Oh,” he said, without meaning to have said anything else aloud. “Well, it’s Honeyduke’s, isn’t it?” Bound to be good. (Howell was making judgement on this more out of respect for the man than any prior experience of it. But Honeyduke had been complimentary to his cheese, so Howell felt obliged to stake his honour on it in return. They were practically best friends, after all.) Besides, everyone in Hogsmeade knew about Honeyduke’s, didn’t they? He wasn’t exactly an expert.
But this girl was mad, so maybe he was, just in comparison.
That said, he wasn’t much equipped to keep up with fast-talking people in conversations, so it took him another second to digest what she’d been exclaiming about; he shot another look at her cup and then the nearby booth the hot cocoa had come from. “Oh,” he said, without meaning to have said anything else aloud. “Well, it’s Honeyduke’s, isn’t it?” Bound to be good. (Howell was making judgement on this more out of respect for the man than any prior experience of it. But Honeyduke had been complimentary to his cheese, so Howell felt obliged to stake his honour on it in return. They were practically best friends, after all.) Besides, everyone in Hogsmeade knew about Honeyduke’s, didn’t they? He wasn’t exactly an expert.
But this girl was mad, so maybe he was, just in comparison.
