Alex shook his head. "I bet you were a good teacher. You sound like one anyway," he added, smiling over at Remus. He could see the man giving lessons, actually.
"And he wasn't exactly an innocent, he was a Slytherin, and there was only just the two of us. And frankly, at that minute? I wouldn't have cared what it did to him." Maybe the name had bothered him more than he'd realised.
He sighed. Be careful. "I am. I will. I mean, it's not like there's a chance for anything now anyway. We go to class, we come home. There's Aurors and teachers between classes and the only place we go besides is into the Great Hall."
He rummaged for another chewy thing, sighing when he realised that his pocket was empty. Maybe Mum had apples or something among the snacks she'd brought. "Sorry. I guess I'm sort of bitchy about it. I can't stand all the group-ness now. You can't get off by yourself for a minute. Even here." He glanced over, wrapping an arm around a branch. "I don't mean you. Just. Weasleys. They're everywhere. Sometimes your head just can't stand all the chatter, you know?"