Roth indicated the chair. "Have a seat, please," he said. "I'm sure you've already asked me why. I really would have thought you Ravenclaws were better at retaining information than that. Stephen is not your concern now. I have him well in hand, and before you leave here, you won't even remember that we've mentioned him. And he's not able to tell you about it. You'd better hope that he doesn't, because that would not go well for him. Not at all."
Anthony looked particularly small sitting down. His largest dimension was height, and when robbed of that, he looked more like an undernourished kitten than anything else. Roth pulled up a chair and sat facing him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. "We're here to discuss you, Anthony. Why do you think you have so much trouble making a commitment?" he asked. "I really want to know. Don't hold anything back. I'm judging your performance."