"That I couldn't say," he temporizes, "but it was a rather large snake, for a non-constrictor."
He looks, nauseated, at the lazy serpentine glimmer twisting through the dark shadows. "Do you think it's sentient?"
He goes rather white, eyes included, at a Black's wand aimed at him, and one arm tightens enough that his palm vibrates against the couch for a moment, but the part of him that was sorted right tells him that throwing a fit at a healer's disinterested assistance would be stupidly suspicious, and the part that was sorted wrong won't back down before grey eyes. He inclines his head with dignity--and is, of course, instantly and deeply sorry for the motion.
Awwwww. I like to think he has black hair with a red sheen, and very dark hazel eyes. ^,^