"So what you basically need to do is find a spell that reads the medical books for you," he said with a smirk. "I'd read it to you but I'd fall asleep and probably pronounce half the things wrong." He smirked.
"That's good, he said. Finding it fun, I mean. You should like what you do."
He was just about to say that they didn't need to talk about it, when he instead sat bolt upright, feet on the floor for once. "Your fault?" he asked sharply. "What the fuck are you on about? How in the world is this your fault. You nearly got killed, and unless all of this was a very elaborate show and you really told them to kidnap Scorpius then this cannot possibly be your fault!"