"Shut up, Jamie," he said with a small laugh. "I met him too. I went on the case to pick him up. I also incidently told him that we knew he was an animagus, mostly so he wouldn't try to use it. I was wondering what brought that piece of shite back." Slytherin's didn't believe in immediate revenge but a completely well-planned decimation of the target. That was the Slytherin way.
"My skin is on fire. It isn't a few itches," he reminded him, not that he didn't know. "And I don't even think there is anything wrong with my hair, unlike yours. Don't think that I want to be locked up either. It wasn't my idea. They are preparing for the worst."
He looked down at his hand, and then back up. "Do you always feel up everyone you talk to?"