Ford nodded, then smiled into his mug. He hadn't ever found someone else who thought the things he was interested in were fun, and he hadn't particularly expected to find that person in Lestrange. It didn't seem probable, on the surface of it. He was from one of those wealthy pureblood families. He played professional Quidditch. He was a Ravenclaw, and they were supposed to be too intellectual and academic to enjoy silly things like this. His response seemed genuine, though, and his excitement earlier would have been hard to feign.

"Want to do it again, sometime?" he asked. "Or would you rather try a seance next?"