Jace simply nodded at the professor’s greeting. There was nothing to talk about really, obviously clueless that the unknown man his classmates saw a couple of weeks ago was actually his father. Ignorance is bliss, according to old folks.

Snapping his book shut, Jace narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember the text he remembered from before. The Ravenclaw timidly raised his hand, and answered the moment he was called. “Necromancy is one of the branches of Dark Magic, since it disturbs the peace of the dead. Necromancers raise and animate dead beings as their puppets, and commands it to do its bidding, usually to harm people and inflict hysteria to someone; especially if said dead person being animated is a loved one.” Who wouldn’t go crazy upon seeing a friend or relative walking and shaking up things amongst the living, right?

Jace slowly slouched on his mat, and kept his head down again and imagined his mum or dad being raised from the dead. That would be…really, really awful.