Rudy leaned in and whispered against his shoulder. "Yeah, but I'm stronger than him anyway. Fancy that!" and settled back again, fiddling his fingers nervously beneath the table where they couldn't be seen. Riddle was staring at him while the talking died down. A piercing, heated stare with a small tweak in the corner of his lips.
I'm am going to be eaten, he thought forlornly to himself, lips bitten, back solid and straight against the back of the chair. His eyes shifted away from Riddle. It was uncomfortable, being stared at with some sort of... pervert's gaze. A quick glance at Ed and he turned his body more fully to the front of the room, not missing the much wider smirk on Tom's face.
His fingers gripped his knees and patiently he waited for the gaze to turn away. They were silent now, after all, and it was just going to get awkward soon. A sigh of relief as he ceased being judged and his shoulder relaxed. Syrup slumped against his neck, both relieved and tired. His mind felt itchy.