For a moment, Anthony became distracted by his own past 'admiration' of Davies. Much of his confusion around his fifth year was the direct result of Roger Davies and others like him. Popular, handsome boys that stirred something in Anthony he didn't have a name for at the time. For a moment, Anthony was transported back to Fifth year and all the confusion and excitement.
"What? Right. Ravenclaw." Anthony's words practically tripped over themselves falling out of his mouth. "A noble house. All of them, noble houses. Hufflepuff too, of course." Snapped back to the present, Anthony kept his gaze firmly forward. Again, his body betrayed him. If he had been pink before he was practically red now.