"I'm sure it could be a lot of things," Adam said. Gabe's assessment of his wellbeing was more or less correct. Bob had set him free, but he still wasn't sure about his state of humanity. Was he still human? Was he going to wolf out when the full moon came? He was alive. He had all his limbs. He was just terrified of what was coming.
He gestured to the chair. "Have a seat, Saporta. I can smell the potions classroom, and I don't know what you've been working with today, but it's rank." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you having a hard day? I'll bet it's the third years. They're little shits."