((I'm just saying that the manner in which you act, your age, your last name, the fact that so many students rise up to protect you- James is just using his intuition, and drawing the most glaring of conclusions. I can go into more detail, but it would beleaguer the point))
James clapped his hands and placed them on the ground. The stone reached up like arms to protect his form from the falling ceiling. As the last of debris fell on the shell that protected him, James transmutated back in the floor. Elementary Alchemy. It appeared that he did not forget easily after all. James tugged his sleeves as his cold gaze fell upon Mariana Diggory once more. The alchemic arm sparked with electricity once again.
"I must point out how many students jump to your side each time I'm about to strike you. It seems to indicate that you are a powerful element within this little cell."
Rose's words did not go ignored either.
"Regardless of my affiliation, Ms. Weasley, I do not seek to hamper the ability or freedom of any student here. This is a matter of meeting a certain code of ethics. I am just here to enforce rules which most students, apparently, disrespect on a regular basis."
James raised his wand. What his next spell be this time?