Kurloz frowns when nothing emerges after several rapid heartbeats. His wand slowly lowers as the boggart appears to remain in the cupboard, and turns his head to give the professor a confused look.

That's when he hears the first low chuckle.

His eyes narrow as he resumes staring hard at the cupboard, a pale hand appearing from within to grip the sides of the door. His confusion only intensifies when the hand is followed by an arm, then a head, tousled black hair obscuring the creatures face as it slowly steps out of the cupboard.

There's a steady dripping noise, which Kurloz then sees is from the blood leaking down a familiar looking wand held in the other hand. It takes him a moment to realize that this thing is splattered in blood, the crimson liquid trailing down in thin gory rivulets along its arms, the front of its shirt, the black fabric glistening where the blood has supposedly gathered.

It's not until the boggart lifts his head that Kurloz realizes its assumed his shape, albeit with a wide, unhinged grin stretching his features, indigo eyes too open, pupils too dilated.

He lowers his wand completely and stares at Murdoc, confused because he certainly doesn't fear himself... does he?