A part of Eliot — a really not-insignificant part — wanted not to give it away. To keep the knowledge under his hat and just tease Quentin with it, and wait to see his face when he actually met one of them.

On the other hand, he'd been working so hard not to give away that he knew anything about Hogwarts and the wizarding world. If Quentin got overexcited, things could get messy.

"No," he said, looking up toward the ceiling as if putting his thoughts together, even as he kept talking, "but if you see a guy with messy black hair, green eyes, and glasses, you can go ahead and stifle the urge to check under his bangs. It's exactly who you think it is."