Anthony pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders but shook his head. He was always cold and he barely noticed the blanket. There had been more than a few times where he had wandered into class with it still wrapped around him over the past several years. It provided a comfort that he wasn't ashamed of, but then, Anthony wasn't ashamed of most of the things he did. "Tea sounds lovely, actually."
Moving into the office, Anthony took the offered seat with a sigh. But before giving the chance for Mulciber to actually make tea, Anthony moved the blanket aside and pushed up the sleeve to his shirt, showing his arm. The scratches weren't terribly deep, but it was obvious they were fresh. The blood had been cleared away though. "I don't know what happened." He wasn't making eye contact.