Adrian stood transfixed for a moment, reeling back both mentally and physically seconds later. This wasn't normal. There was no way he was touching this kid without witnesses. He looked around quickly, hoping to spot someone of use, but of course, they seemed to be alone. What was he supposed to do here, as the - what the hell house was he even from - boy accused him of rape?
"What?" Just...what? A furrowed brow now, head jerked back on his neck. Finally, would yelling get through? "Hey! This isn't...wherever you think you are." Azkaban? "It's Hogwarts. I'm the bloody Quidditch coach, not some sick bastard out to get you. I don't want anything from you." Then, mumbling under his breath, "I wasn't cut out for this."