As Draco spoke, Jackson's anger slowly grew. Like a bull preparing to charge, nostrils flared and neck tight. He had indeed been considering just storming out past the teacher and getting out of there while he had this moment of solid anger, something to cling to before he fell apart completely. But at the mention of tidying up, his attention shifted to the mirror beside him, and all of that anger just dissolved. His shoulders slumped, and he nearly dropped his wand.

"Why won't you just leave?!" He tried to make it sound demanding and forceful, an angry growl meant to intimidate. But it sounded defeated and pathetic to his ears.