Basil was nonplussed at the notion of Gyffindors or thier ‘daring.’ He didn’t care what bumbling morons did in thier free time, he cared about this moron and his excuses about poor quality dittany. (Though, upon later reflection, he’d realize that perhaps Macnair had a point.) For now, crossing his arms over his chest again as they walked, Basil stared at the ground in his annoyance. They paused not 10 meters distance away and he found himself handed some bushels of the stuff which the Ravenclaw stared at skeptically. It wasn’t like the potions master could tell they’d stolen this from the Forbidden Forest, right? Tucking it into his pocket, Basil huffed at Macnair’s volly about trust. “You’d have to actually give me something to go off of in order for me to trust you,” he muttered. Trust was learned after all, not given freely. Especially in the somewhat reserved Ravenclaw’s case. He turned to let his grey gaze follow Macnair’s green one upwards through the foliage to the night sky beyond. From this vantage point there were more stars than Basil had ever observed merely over the castle grounds, even this late in the evening. He released his anguish with a soft breath.
Almost time. Time for the bats to come out, he was sure. Curling his fingers around the book he still held onto, Basil shifted. He became suddenly aware of how quiet the forest was around them. Questions prickled at the corners of his mind but, given Macnair’s last retort, he decided to keep them to himself.
Agrimony Macnair & this time it's more relevant right? <3 muse song