"Won't Professor Snape?" He regretted the words the moment they slipped past his lips. James had just told him not to antagonise. He had disobeyed. The hand around his waist pulled him even closer, flush to James" side; Regulus seemed to be shielding him behind his shoulders. He had Harry's hand resting in his lap, scratching across the surface of his finger nails in a pattern Harry knew too well. It was an urging for him to calm down. To relax. It was a reminder of trust. "Sorry," he mumbled, the word bitter on his tongue; it stung like bile forcing its way up. "Forgive my rudeness." 