He took a deep breath as he seated himself, eyes still fixed on Umbridge. In a process that was frustratingly familiar now, he herded his anxiety and anger into one corner of his brain, and built a wall to contain it safely for processing at a later date - he seemed to be living his life an emotional step behind recently, saving everything for a more appropriate time. He almost missed the days of teenage explosions of frustration and anger. At least it was all out in the open, and out of the way then.