Cyril wished he could share in his brother's excitement. He wanted nothing more than to be able to smile and blush and reveal that he'd fallen so foolishly in love but the circumstances were against him.
"No. Not a teacher," he replied, buying himself a few more seconds before sighing and giving in. He had to do this. Jimmy was his brother, he would understand. His gaze was trained on his brother's face. "It's Lucius Malfoy."