Spencer carefully seats himself across from the currently-uncuffed Potter. All he has with him currently is a pen and a pad of paper, but those two things can still be deadly in the wrong hands. Spencer holds in a grimace at the memory of somebody jabbing a pen into a guard's left thigh.

He clears his voice slightly and curiously observes as Harry avoids his gaze.

"I am agent Spencer Reid. We found another body," Spencer says first. His eyes are focused on taking in Potter's response.

Strange. Not exactly surprise, but not exactly satisfaction either is found in Harry's reaction. Could this mean that Harry expected them to find more bodies? Or perhaps the lack of satisfaction is because he wasn't able to see the reactions to the body this time.

"You see, we were wondering you perhaps, " Spencer's naturally quick voice sounds shaky, and Spencer is only slightly embarrassed by it, "recognize the victim's name? I don't have the pictures with me now, but his name was Corban Yaxley-"

Harry seems to recognize the name, and Spencer is a small bit disturbed when he also notices Harry trying to keep in a smile. A small bolt of anger courses through him as Harry purses his grinning lips and hides his face a bit more.

"You recognize him, Harry, I can tell. If you could just tell us you did it, this whole interrogation could be over and we can probably get you to be sent to a nice mental institution instead of a prison-"

Harry scowls and looks up at Spencer with a venomous look,

"I didn't do it, and it doesn't matter if I confess or not because my friends will get me out of this whole thing soon. Also, I'd like to have that 'call' that I'm supposed to have legal rights to? I've finally remembered the number," Harry snaps. He stays seated in his chair but his fists clench tightly.

Spencer sighs and idly scribbles in his notepad.

"We have enough information to trial against you, Potter. If you could just give us information that points to you not being the murderer, then that'd be very helpful. If you didn't do it and somebody is threatening you in order to keep you quiet, we can help," Spencers says. His eyes flicked to Harry's clenched fist and he immediately takes note of the words carved into Harry's hand.

"I must not tell lies," Spencer half-mindedly whispers aloud. His mind races to understand the implications, and the cause of the almost-perfect scarring of words. Potter has a quite impressive collection of knives, which point to experience and confidence when handling them. Potter is left-handed too, so the scar existing on Harry's right hand is important. It looks slightly old, but it's scarred in layers, as though it had been carved multiple times. Did Harry do that to himself when he was younger?

Suddenly, Harry is standing and glaring at him harder than before. Spencer carefully pushes his chair out and puts some space between him and Potter.

"How about you don't read me like that, Spencer? If you're supposed to be part of the 'Best BAU team ever' I'd expect you to be more respectful around scars and injuries. Fuck off with whatever you're thinking right now, it's probably wrong," Harry spits out. His left hand has moved to cover up the carved words and his shoulders are raised up defensively.

Spencer takes in a deep breath and stops himself from taking his eyes off Harry to glance at the window. He slowly moves a hand and gestures to the window in a 'Stand-Down' motion. He'd be real disappointed if Morgan or JJ decided to barge in now. Slowly, Spencer meets Harry's angry eyes and adopts what he hopes is an understanding look.

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories. It was just surprising is all. Did somebody do that to you?" Spencer says as kindly as he can.

Something he said must've pleased Harry because he immediately relaxes and sends a sheepish look over to Spencer. Harry stretches slightly before sitting back down.

"Sorry, I just don't like it when people look at my scars," Harry whispers before his left-hand raises to press his black bangs over his forehead. Spencer keeps in the desire to glance up at whatever Harry is covering.

"Don't apologize, it was on me. Are you comfortable with telling me where you got it? It looks familiar," Spencer presses. However, it certainly wasn't familiar. He's seen words carved into skin before, but the scar Harry had must have been continuous and maybe even done with obsession. He just wants Harry to relax. It works.

"I had a Professor, well she was more of a power-crazy bitch that always nagged, haha we knocked some sense into her for a while, but-" Harry coughs and runs a thumb over the scar, "-she had gotten angry with me and made me do lines all the time, every night because I was a fucking idiot who had trouble shutting up and well, um, actually-"

Harry's eyes widen and his mouth swiftly shuts. He's surprised at himself for admitting something like that.

Spencer's interest spikes and he writes down Harry's exact response, momentarily forgetting that they were being recorded. Lines? As in, Harry had to write something over and over? Did Harry later begin carving the words into his hand because of the repetition? Was it an actual Professor? And what did Harry mean by 'knocked some sense into her'? He needs a sample of Harry's handwriting. He doesn't know how the pressure of cutting against rounded skin would affect lettering, but it might be useful regardless. Spencer sends Harry a tight smile and he shrugs in a casual way.

"Despite what people would think, I've had my own fair share of detentions. There was this one professor that always got angry since I corrected his lectures a lot. Was she like that?" Spencer asks.

Harry nervously presses his nails into his opposite palms. Silently thinking to himself that, Hermione would be pissed if he broke the Statue of Secrecy like this.

"Umm, yeah. I guess," Harry says. He begins to close up around himself again. He moves his arms to lay against his thighs underneath the table. Damn, this is why he was shit at occlumency, wasn't it? He usually overshares with things like stuffed animals and babies. This was a new low.

Harry chuckles softly and sends a peculiar smile over to Spencer.

"She is probably similar to whatever teachers you've had. Though, I'm sure they probably don't deserve the sort of things she deserved," Harry says softly with a faraway look.

Spencers laughs awkwardly and suppresses a shiver. With all the past-tense HArry is using, Spencer is half-convinced this teacher met an unpleasant end. If she was still alive, Spencer will probably need her name in order to send somebody to check on her.

"Does she have a name?" Spencer asks carefully.

Harry's eyes seem to sharpen and a small frown forms on his face. He looks strangely calm and strangely pissed at the same time.

"You don't need it,"

Spencer nods slightly and begins to stand up to leave. He sends a goodbye to Harry but doesn't get anything in return. It seems that Harry won't be saying anything else for a while.