Ambrose had just started to relax when the headmaster came gliding in. He instantly stiffened, sensing the power rolling off him in waves. Ambrose was prepared for a tongue lashing or worse, for being caught in this part of the library and as well as the destructiong the group had indirectly caused. He shrunk under the heavy gaze, looking away in attempt to avoid the feeling that the headmaster could see into his very own mind. But now that he thought about it, he probably had that ability. Which unnerved Ambrose even more.

But Ambrose blinked in surprise, the light teasing was not what he expected. "Er..." His voice trailed off, Ambrose was dumbfounded by the light-hearted words.

"Listen, you..." He tried to start, but his voice trailed off as the headmaster briskly kept on his speech. His eyes followed Caleb's father to the center of the room and he let a sigh of relief as the subject changed away from him.

A laugh rippled across the room and Ambrose's face went red as he heard Jeremy snort from his position in the corner of the library. "I'm not-!" Ambrose cut himself off and groaned in frustration. His arms were thrown across his chest and turned back to his seat at the table. But before he knew it, the headmaster was boring into his skull again. "Wha-?" He regained his compsure and swallowed thickly, "Because it helps to survive." He said bluntly, honestly. Ambrose at least knew he couldn't fool the headmaster with some half-assed answer. "Why do you even care?" He shot back, he stood up from his seat, putting distance between himself and the headmaster.