Michael had known he was going to have to tell people what had happened sooner rather than later, and to be honest there was some relief in having got it out, in telling people that he'd fucked up. Now perhaps they'd be able to find a cure or something- well, both for what he was experiencing and for the virus.
But McEwan was an Auror, and Michael kind of thought he wasn't going to be gentle and helpful about things. Actually, Michael wondered if he was going to find himself neighbours with Bole.
Kevin walked him as far as he could, but Michael didn't want to look like a complete coward needing the head boy to hold his hand, so he hugged him goodbye outside the doors of the Great Hall before pushing them open and wandering in.
His eyes fell on Benjy. The other man looked stressed. Too stressed to be having to deal with Michael's bullshit.
"Eh- Mr. McEwan?" he suggested, wondering how he was supposed to address him. "Yeah."