Faustus shook his head. He'd overheard some of the whispers and he didn't like what had been said. "They're staring and they're whispering about me and Dad. Mostly Dad though and they're... well, they're saying nasty things." He hadn't understood everything that had been said but he'd gotten the gist of it. "Not the Slytherins really, they seem to like Dad, but the Gryffindors are and some of the Hufflepuffs."
He didn't really like the Gryffindors. They seemed so smug and arrogant, which was strange because Harry wasn't like that at all and he was a Gryffindor. It was the Gryffindors who were making the worst comments too. He didn't like what they were saying but he didn't really want to tell Dad what was being said either. He didn't think his Dad would react too well. Dad had a weird reaction to Gryffindors sometimes.
"I wish my Dad did that," he said grumpily. "He always seems to be busy and he promised to teach me how to fly on the broom Uncle Draco got me for Christmas."
He snorted and managed to look more like his father than he realised. "He'll be angry," he said knowingly. "He told me to stop and I didn't. I was rude to him and he hates that. And I'm making him search for me and that's not going to make him happy either. He's going to yell at me when he finds me."