Where: The grounds
When: After the meeting.
Patch was sitting just out of reach of the whomping willow, perched on a wall with his elbows resting on his knees, his feet flat against the wall beneath him. The Ravenclaw common room was rife with speculation about the girl who had been sent home, the younger years worrying and the older years doing nothing to help the matter by hypothesising about what might have happened and what they would do when they got out of Hogwarts. He had gone up to the dorm room, but the other guys there were no better, and he honestly wasn't tired. So he'd come outside and set up camp here, far enough away that the Whomping Willow wasn't straining to reach him but close enough that not many other people came so close. Not that anyone else was outside this late, of course.
His journal and pen were in his hands, but it was closed and he was waiting for Andy to join him. He was curious to find out how the meeting went, but he wouldn't ask. He knew her well enough that he knew she would tell him when she was ready.