There was that crooked smile again, and Sorin shook his head. Some part of him wanted to tell Anthony the truth, because here was a boy not afraid to be who he truly was. Perhaps he could take lessons. Now that his parents were gone - but no, he still believed things they'd taught him. Going against everything you knew wasn't easy. Especially not at such a transitional period in his life. He was a boy on the verge of becoming a man; wizards were considered adults at 17, after all.
"Things like your friend Ioan?" he asked. "About as frequently as I See anything else. The visions come more often when I am in an emotionally charged environment. Which, Hogwarts has been since last year. And when there are strong feelings involved? I assume that is why I Saw what I did regarding him."
There, he'd admitted it, if indirectly. Let Anthony make of it what he would.
"Most of what I See is on a broader scale," he continued, but then fell silent again, this time for several minutes.