The Ravenclaw wasn't one of his, but on reflection, he never had any Ravenclaws in his upper year classes. Divination wasn't based on tangible fact, something the lofty ravens couldn't quite grasp. Illogical; just like a black haired Weasley.
'Indeed.' A smile graced his face momentarily, twenty or so years ago his schoolmates had said the same about him. 'Do you use glamours or dye?' Samuel touched a fingertip to a lock of Alex's hair, as if he'd be able to tell with that sense. 'For the record, it is sometimes more fulfilling to be in a minority.'
Pushing the window open, he leaning out, inhaling the fresh air deeply to clear his mind a little. Alex's words were honest and heartfelt, the situation was difficult. Sympathy was always hard to take. 'Craziness is relative, but yes, I can see you're sad. Perhaps your schoolmates expect you to emote more?' He shrugged, holding his hand out of the window to let the breeze cool it.