The older man and Umbridge seemed out of sorts and Somersby just wanted to get on with it. If they had to face down some evil something or other he'd rather it be sooner rather than later. And he really did want to know what was going on here. It was almost with relief that he watched Mr. Quidditch storm ahead down the middle, at least it put a stop to the bickering. If he'd wanted bickering he'd just have stayed home. He followed into the middle corridor.