Giving a shake of his head as his present company went on about how much tail his title of Quidditch Captain could earn him, Henry did not offer up the thought that came immediatly to mind regarding wizards in hierarchical positions. It was a well-known fact, as far as he was concerned, that such titles and ranks were often striven for in an effort to make up for some glaring inadequacy on the part of a wizard, but he thought better than to bring up this gem of a conversational topic when they had ventured into an easy banter. There was little he enjoyed more than a verbal battle of wits (considering he rarely lost them), but he also knew when it was wiser to keep one's sentiments to oneself, and he drew a hearty sip of the firewhiskey before rubbing his bottom lip.

"McTiernan?" he repeated, a look of musing crossing his features as he thought of the long-legged Gryffindor that had just recently come to the attention of the more sordid circles in the boys' dormitories. She was a pretty thing, certainly he would attest to that, but the fixation on his friend made her appear more comical than desirable a prospect. "She's a fine piece of work, sure, but what's with her setting her sights on the likes of you?"

Chuckling under his breath as he ground out the end of his cigarette, he busily lit another, his brows knitting together as he mused, "She would be a challenge though, for me, not you."