Oh good, they're doing this now. Encroaching on his personal space, how nice. His mouth twists with an obvious discomfort he can't and won't try to conceal.

If he didn't have his mind made up before, he sure as hell does now. He might be a lot of things, but disloyal isn't up there. Maybe he should've been a Hufflepuff.

"I don't like that I'm like this either," he says, tiredly, holding the Professor's eye contact without wavering. It's his go-to, when all else fails. "I'm sorry I can't help you more."