Marcus leaned against her touch instinctively, which was strange because he wasn't a person who craved physical touch. But she felt nice and comforting, and he needed that right now.
She actually made a fair point. His father would've never said that to anyone. Or think that. His father never cared about anyone but himself; even when he acted like he cared just the tiniest bit about Marcus, it was all just so HE would look like a great father because he had a perfect pureblooded son. But Marcus was scared to have any kind of hope to not become his father, because what if he thought he'd never be like him but ended up becoming exactly like him? He couldn't bear the thought of hurting his sisters and Lavender.
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed. He didn't know what to do. He was completely lost and scared, and he hated himself for feeling like that. He hated being this weak. It wasn't himself.