Chapter 388: The Typical and Atypical Hufflepuff
Regulus held no particular opinion of Hufflepuff. He didn't look down on it, didn't look up to it. Just another house.
Their Head of House, though, Professor Sprout, he highly respected her.
He could picture her face if she ever heard about this student. No disappointment, no blame. Only the grief of why didn't you come to me sooner.
Someone from another house fallen this far, and he might have walked on. But a Hufflepuff, one of Sprout's children, was worth a few minutes of listening.
The professor had given him too much.
Regulus looked at the young werewolf, his tone flat, neither warm nor pitying. "Talk."
He wasn't about to volunteer help. What would that make him?
The professor had given him too much, and he was willing to look after one of her Hufflepuffs on her behalf. But the man had to earn it himself.
Speak, and I can help you. Sit there mute, and we're done here.