Owain had found himself with a pocket of free time and had taken it upon himself to go exploring the museum. He didn't often have time for such things lately so he was enjoying his time. He had briefly spoken with Ignatius Quirrell and been left to his own devices as the other young man went back to work.

He was observing one of the displays when someone spoke next to him. He was startled, especially when the man said that something in the case was 'his'. Had something of this accidentally been mistaken as an artifact? Was the man... older than he looked? A vampire? Delusional? Owain couldn't tell but humored him anyway. "What is? The knife?"