Quinn brought his hands to his forehead, crying out sharply as searing pain shocked his system. He sank to his knees, tears flowing as he tried to hold in his sobs (not very successfully). He wasn't crying just from the pain, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Why was this happening to him..?

When the pain subsided, Quinn stayed kneeling, the flow of tears steadily streaming. He didn't have the willpower to get up. He didn't even realize he had lied, he was just confused! And scared! He could hear the man talking from the floor. About Muggles. It was like the man was far away, though. Quinn was dissociating, and he could faintly feel the resistance to the man's words in his head, but right now he couldn't handle being... here. So his mind took him elsewhere.