He pulled his hand back and leaned against the post of the bed still watching himself in the mirror. When he had Polyjuiced into Patil for the second Polyjuice party he had felt like an intruder. He had dressed quickly and left to go downstairs full of anxiety. The guilty and uncertainty had coloured his whole night. Whilst he knew Patil had given her blessing his status in the wizarding world as a pariah made him believe that she very likely would not have permitted him to use her likeness. It had contributed a lot to his emotional state and was one of the reasons he had eventually run away from the whole thing.