"True," Alex agreed, pushing one hand into his pocket and running a finger down the handle of his wand. Would it be justified?
He thought it would.
He pulled his wand free under pretense of sliding it up his sleeve, muttering softly as he did so.
He wondered how long it would be before Albus noticed the brown spot on his nose. Not like everyone in the world would see it in the ten minutes it would last, but if it was justification Al wanted for his paranoia?