There had been students, more than a few, who had been too close to Professor Eichel. Heine pauses for a moment, gathering the details in his memory and filing out the facts that he doesn't want to give away.

"Kids going to his rooms, that kind of thing." He shrugs sharply, crosses his arms. "He'd ask about students he was interested in."

There's obvious discomfort in Heine's expression then, even more than usual. Professor Eichel had asked after him from the other students, he'd heard as much through the grapevine, and he knows why.