Stacey raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that her eyes flared red. She wasn't exactly angry yet--irritated, but not enough for that to be the only reason her eyes changed. The fire around her helped, but also she just didn't trust the boy.
"I don't need your trust, and I don't think you should trust me all of the way. Also, I don't consider me a teacher and you a student. I consider myself someone a little older and a lot smarter than you, but not a teacher. Teachers are self-important pricks who say things at you hoping you will remember them. I want to change your life. More importantly, you should trust me more than the Death Eaters because I can save your mother without making your join some crazy cult. I can also save you from the Death Eaters and will do so, even though you stole my best friend's baby with the intention of taking it away forever." She paused, realizing that she was rambling.
"Anyway, basically you can trust me a bit and let me help you or I can send you out there and let the Death Eaters have you. I think we both know what they'll do to you, too." She gave a slightly sinister grin and lifted a hand. A flame appeared and she ran her fingers through it.
"I really do want to help you, Henry. I don't want you to get hurt."