The Prefect nodded, accepting the seat that was being offered and sitting down. He had a strange urge to comment on the professor's office, but he wasn't here for that. And most likely, it wasn't his business.

"Yes," he said, answering Professor Scabior's question. It had been quite a shock to learn that his muggle mother was a descendant of wizards and witches...and squibs. "My mother, she's related to this Herald Escalante," he paused. "Professor Scabior, what does he have to do with what was going on?" The freezing.

Alyssa had explained it somewhat to him at top speed, that when he was trying to comprehend something she was already talking about something else. It confused him. Plus, he wanted to hear it from Scabior, himself, since his answer was a lot more credible to Kennedy.