Handsome let out an arrogant scoff; he wasn't scared of the dark, and he certainly wasn't scared of a little blob... at least until its form came into the light. He didn't recognize what it was, only noting that Miss Midford seemed to recognize the woman. A boggart, he thought as a shiver ran up his spine. It had to be.

"That's not your Mama, Miss Midford," he hissed, instinctively reaching out to tug the head girl back towards him. She didn't need to get it in her mind that this was real; boggarts fed off fear. "It's a boggart. Use the spell we were taught," he continued quietly, trying to keep his own eyes off the thing.