Scrimgeour, like he did with most things because of his past training as an Auror, noticed the boy's change in posture. He was slightly surprised that Prichard straightened up on his own accord, without him having to tell him to do so. He would have been impressed, but the man was convinced that the Hufflepuff was either afraid of him or he was very selective about who he gave respect to. Either way, the boy needed to learn that every professor, including Fletcher, was deserving of it.
The old man's brow raised ever so slightly when he heard the reason for why the boy was spending his detention thus far out in the corridor instead of inside the Come and Go Room. He wouldn't put it past Fletcher to leave a child standing alone in the corridor, but he knew the man would have done so with purpose.
"I am sure you do know why Professor Fletcher left you out here, Prichard. He has a reason for everything," the headmaster responded, his hand returning to his side. Odds were it was that mouth of his that got him into trouble once again. "Think about it for a moment, and then use some common sense to get yourself inside."
No matter how long it took the boy to figure it out, Scrimgeour would be standing there, watching and waiting.
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