[b]The Great Hall – Slytherin Table[/b]
[b]Anthony Stuart[/b]

Anthony allowed himself a small smile. Beneath the table, the fist he had been clenching – out of frustration for having to talk to David – began to relax. He knew it was a weakness, so obviously sated by having his ego stroked, but by Merlin was he pleased that someone had heard of his achievements. Puffed up like a proud peacock, he said, “Thanks.”

Maybe this new acquaintance of his wouldn't be so bad after all.

Even so, Anthony stilled very, very quickly as the 'old days' were mentioned. What was it that his own father had said? [i]Even if they seem like an ally, if they talk about our side they may well be a spy.[/i] David could be looking for a confession, information to send his dad to Azkaban in a cell right next to his mother. 

But the war had been over for years, and he didn't feel like getting up and walking away from David to end the conversation – that would be downright rude. Anthony had to hope for the best. “It's certainly possible,” he eventually managed, scraping his plate with his fork. “He would have probably known my mother more. She was more... enthusiastic and involved in her work than my dad was at the time.”