SPOILER!!: Zeke <3
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Originally Posted by
Hera
The fourth year knew in that moment that he had Sabel on that point, he might not be a Ravenclaw, but he picked things up easy enough, and realms of possibilities was just ONE of those things.
Still, the offer of actually SEEING this so-called letter, was incredibly tempting, "I can help you spruce it up, y'know... if you've missed something important." Like more praise, and how he was a model student even if his grades would not be as high as previous years. Maybe he still had time to fix that though... maybe.
It was funny though, that Sabel didn't see his point. It wasn't even so much about Sabel not letting them die, as it was about the actual experience. "Oh I know that," he clarified, "but say I take a trip to Knockturn Alley by myself, and that Peverell dude wants to kill me, I'd probably be super successful at dying. So, maybe I did well enough against Kyroh, cause we were evenly matched, but I knew I wouldn't die, so I didn't really do well in the grand scheme of things." Was he making sense? Maybe, maybe not.
Zeke withdrew his hand from the coat pocket to rub the nape of his neck to relieve some of the tension there. Exceptionally well though... Zeke couldn't help but smile. He had a long way to go before he could count on not dying out in the real world, but, for now he would try to be pleased about the outcome.
Sabel laughed, shaking his head.
"Of course you could. I'm sure you'd have some very interesting input too." And he was sure Emily would be able to figure out in a pinch what they had both been up to. He was all for speaking well of Zeke, but he wasn't for making it look like the kid had conned him into it.
Then, all halarity was immediately set aside. It was like riding on a rollercoaster, except this time they hit the dead bottom. It was a wonder the cart didn't go off the tracks. Sabel turned, his hand catching Zeke's shoulder and stopping him dead.
"How do you know that name?"
And there wasn't a chance he believed that Emily would have even mentioned it to her son. All at once, two summers ago came reeling back to the forefront of his mind in a sickening wave. His shoulder throbbed and sickly green light coated the edges of his vision. As brief as it was, it was potent enough.