Al felt himself deflating a little. He'd never been much for confrontation. He always gave up first, backed down, went somewhere to hide. He didn't like being the center of attention. He didn't want people looking at him. There wasn't much that would make him lash out either. But insulting Scorpius, or Lilu, or Jamie, that would do it.
"Al, alright then." The words fled as the anger did, and he wished Mr. Malfoy would just let him leave. He didn't much feel like eating anymore.