More than anything, Handsome hated coming across as rude. He was definitely no saint and had plenty of faults, but for his peers—and often more importantly, his professors—to see him act cruelly was something that didn't bode well with him. He hadn't liked Miss Ruskin since the past summer, but he wasn't prepared to resume his disliking with the same amount of embarrassing hysteria he'd experienced during the very stressful time in his life.

When approached by the younger Ravenclaw, Handsome nodded up at her quietly. He politely excused himself from his group of friends and motioned for the Ravenclaw to move to a more open part of the Great Hall. The spot her chose was certainly public for others to watch them, but they were far enough away to where others couldn't hear their conversation.

"What can I do for you, Miss Ruskin?" he asked with a sigh.