Agrimony wasn't used to people touching him - touching his things. Even with brothers, he had always been hesitant to share. Living in an upper class household, there was hardly ever reason for sharing their things. So when Foxwood relieved him of his just donned hood, Agrimony — without skipping a step, for he'd taken this path before — swiveled to glare at him before reaching to pull it back on. "A Ravenclaw as smart as you like you ought to know why, shouldn't you?" He shot back, fingers itching to unsheathe his knife again if Foxwood ended up committing to nettling him the entire trip.

Blending into the shadows was the answer, and he wasn't about to reveal why he was here at any point. Truth of the matter was that he didn't entirely trust Foxwood yet; was nothing against the Ravenclaw, but it took more than merely healing some cuts on his person to make Agrimony stop thinking of all the ways to escape.

"Besides, what if I refuse to answer?"

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