“What?....What do you think you’re doing?” Rabastan said, baking away from Lucius, and then looking up at his brother in shock when Rodolphus did not immediately hex the other boy, but instead offered to do the job himself. “No!”
He swallowed, staring hard at the ground. He knew there had been some talk about hazing, that it had happened in other years but he’d seen the notice Professor Slughorn had put up in the common-room, he knew it wasn’t allowed. He should tell, he should run back now and tell and have them all put in detention and…and…
And lose his place on the Quidditch team. “How undressed do I have to be?” He asked quietly, reaching for the buttons on his shirt front. He wished now he’d drunk a little more of the bottle that was going around, given himself some more courage.