Basil was surprised, perhaps, when Mr. Waterford perked up upon hearing of his status at Hogwarts. He was both pleased and relieved that the boy would have some semblance of structure in the coming future. (Not that he might not have it now, in truth Basil didn’t even know the kid, but at least he wouldn’t be running off on his own at the castle - hopefully.) A knowing smile stretched across the brunette's face, but Basil hastily hid it before turning ‘round to face the boy again. “Is that so?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And are you prepared for such a responsibility?” Basil eyed the boy evenly, neither chiding nor condescending, only expectant. He hoped Mr. Waterford would fall into Ravenclaw. He’d do well there, despite his penchant for trouble, and - Basil might be biased but - only the best and brightest came from his old house. He could see that future for Mr. Waterford here, absolutely.