Billy was still absolutely mortified at everybody's sudden interest over his somewhat illicit dream over McGonagall, how they had even caught on, he couldn't imagine. He just knew that he'll be damning Ben to hell for a long, long time for throwing the question in his face. He grabbed another sherbet lemon, sucking furiously to expel that bit of sour goodness in its centre, despite the suspicions of veritaserum. Well, what the hell? He needed sugar and he'd already been embarrassed in front of everyone.

Thanks Ben, really.

"But, remember way back when, when I walked in on you and Jacquie Turner,"

Billy shifted on his seat uncomfortably when Moira spoke and sent her quite a defeated smile. He'd known her long enough to know that she wouldn't go too easy on him. Many questions could have been posed with a statement like that.

"Well, I for one was quite shocked at what I saw...And I was just wondering, what would your mother think if she had seen you with Jacquie in such a...erm, 'state'? Hm?"

Billy quickly glanced around the room for any signs of his dear mum. Being a bit of a Mummy's Boy, Billy was well aware that this might continue into a deep conversation with his mum as she demanded answers. A conversation that he'd much rather avoid at all possible costs.

"Er, well... Moira, my mum would be quite surprised. She thinks I'm an obedient, sensible sort of person despite my random bouts of immaturity... not one to indulge in such matters." He glanced shadily around the room. "I'm the one that doesn't bring home girls, not like Malcolm so she wouldn't expect it at all and would probably throw a fit and send me to church for a few hours." he nodded, unsure of how to continue.

"No, she wouldn't be impressed. She'd want to wallop me with a teatowel or some equivalent." Billy answered with a shrug of the shoulders, still somewhat fretful that this information was going to reach his mother's ears.