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SPOILER!!: XD Sabel Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani 
Tattling? Could adults tattle? It was an important question to be sure, but not the important question at the moment. And goodness knew if he asked it, they would get seriously sidetracked. Especially since the kid didn't seem completely interested in divulging at the moment. Which, he couldn't blame him for, but time and place. Time and place.
And it seemed, now was the time and the place. Failing, in all his classes? That struck Sabel as rather odd. The kid was bright, and rather adept at magic. Why was he failing? "I can see why you don't want me tattling to your mother." There. He'd accept the word as valid. For the moment anyways. He considered the Gryffindor for a long minute before starting them off at a slow walk again.
"Well, you should have some comfort in knowing that grades aren't everything. You can still have options even if you are at the bottom of your class. It's more what you take away from the lessons than marks on a piece of paper." Good thing they were away from the ears of the school. Who knew exactly how that would be taken.
"But what I don't understand, is why you are coming to me, asking for help. You aren't failing my class. And having trouble in a class is usually reserved for the Professor of that class." The boy got a heavy side-look for this. "So what is it exactly you are asking help for?"
No lie, he would have appreciate a solemn promise to NOT tattle to his mum, but he didn't get it, so he waited for a reaction to the news. Really though, he didn't THINK it was news news. Like... teachers talked, didn't they? Because really, classes that he was still doing well in, he could count on one hand. DADA, Charms, Potions and Arithmancy. ARITHMANCY of all the things... the rest, didn't seem to matter as much. Of course, he still wanted to improve in Runes and Transfiguration, but the potential of improvement was about as likely as was him getting Head Boy in his final year. It was laughable.
He averted his gaze back to the forest, because now the issue of tattling was made obvious. "She'll find out at the end of term anyway," he shrugged, he couldn't lie on report cards, and he had no excuse to account for it.
Zeke expected this to be where Sabel clipped him on the ear and told him to get his act together if he wanted to improve, but it didn't come. Instead there were talks of options, and how grades didn't matter.
...
They didn't?
"But to get into courses, you need to get particular grades..." he'd looked at enough of those brochures in the library over the year, trying to decide on a path to follow. As it turned out, his path was very narrow, and where it led, he still didn't know. It did make him feel a little better though, that there was some hope even if school wasn't his thing. And how did Sabel fit into it.
"I gave up on those subjects a while ago, I think I've only been to few HoM lessons all year..." or maybe a few more than that, but he very much liked NOT going to them. "And don't worry, Flamsteed's already onto me for that." He didn't need a second scolding for it. "I don't want your help with caring for creatures, so much as defending against them, and I don't want your help with astronomy or muggle studies either... I doubt I'll need any of those."
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So, how should he put this?
"I want you to help me... ... be kinda like you." Note, he said kinda. He was his own person first and foremost, and no he was not gunning to be a teacher, but his other skills... THAT is what he wanted to develop. Zeke maintained eye contact, his hands in his pocket as he stood perfectly still.
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