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The way in which Sabel was watching him, was interesting, though not at all disconcerting. Did the man think he wouldn't be here? Was he surprised that he wasn't socialising in the back? Because if there was one thing that he learnt about life and duelling as an adopted son of a former Head Auror, was that duelling was no joke, and it was a life preserving skill. Maintaining eye contact with Sabel, Zeke returned the Professor's calculating gaze with one of his own. Was this one of those instances where there were expectations on him that he didn't know about? He'd have protested that it was hardly fair, but he knew better than that now. Life wasn't fair.
Standing straight and to attention, Zeke listened as Sabel outlined the purpose of the meeting and established ground rules. Meaning... don't be stupid. No trying to kill each other. Yeah, he knew. The armoured uniforms got a quick glance of interest before his hazel eyes locked back on the Defence Professor. It wasn't a bad look, so he was only too happy to comply with the dress code, there was something about uniforms that appealed to him - though he couldn't really say that for the SCHOOL uniform, that was just boring.
Brutal, fast paced, up and down and down and up, he understood all that. It wasn't something he'd had direct experience in, but he'd seen enough over the years to recognise how truly alarming and disorienting it could be. He was mentally prepared for that, at least.
As Sabel locked eyes on him again, Zeke grew curious, the look was meant for him, specifically. What had he done? But as his discussion turned to the act of standing on accord, Zeke nod in acknowledgement. He had this. It was something he'd practiced with Elijah more times than he could count on his fingers, and even Emily had indulged him in tutoring stances a couple of years ago. Those lessons weren't forgotten. Mimicking Sabel's movement, Zeke maintained eye contact, bending at the waist and holding Sabel's gaze for a moment before returning to a natural standing posture. He was tempted to thrust his wand out in front of him, ready to defend - or attack... but he didn't.
"No questions, Sir," he replied, because he could.
So did anyone else want to bow with him?
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