She fought to hide the smile as she watched the young man struggle with quick quotes quill, but they had confiscated her wand at security so she wasn’t able to discretely help him and put him out of his misery. Reaching across the table, she snatched the quill before it could continue to scratch "Bumbling IDIOT’ into the wood of the table they were sitting out. The quill jostled around in her hand, as it continued to try and write insults anywhere the ink came in contact. 