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Angie · 05-29-2017, 02:52 AM

Evidently, his attempt at a cheering charm hadn't worked. This was worrisome because if he could not cast a simple, small cheering charm to try and distract Clark then what was he going to do if something on the same horrible league as a dementor came looking for them? They weren't exactly being conspicuous, and the Dark Forest was supposed to be home to unspeakable horrors. Levi supposed that in the case it happened, he could always just shove Clark behind a bush; he would then charge at whatever it was with his wand and fists and hope for the best. It wasn't a particularly sound plan, and it made him feel like vomiting again, but it was the only plan he had.

He ignored the question on the prototype largely because he had no idea how to elaborate on it. "Why wouldn't it take the form of an animal?" One of his eyebrows quirked up. "Aesthetics are a big deal. Even when all you're trying to do is create some light." He went for a shrug, another casual one, pretending like this was the sort of conversation he had every day. People did love beautiful things, after all; it wouldn't be that much of a stretch to assume that an extra had been added to the prototype just for the sake of making its desired effect pretty.

But the more Clark talked the more evident it became that he wasn't about to let go of what had happened with the dementor. The fact that he couldn't even describe what exactly happened to him only further confirmed that, as insane as it was, he'd been unable to see the dementor and was therefore, as he'd suspected, a muggle. Though this was definitely a test of sorts given the nature the challenge seemed to have taken, the idea that anyone would put a muggle in danger was incredibly baffling. Unless this was a Ministry employee pretending to be a muggle, which--well, that wasn't entirely out of the realm possibility, he supposed. He doubted, severely, that Minister Scabior would accept the usage of muggles for a competition.

Although, if Clark was a Ministry employee, Levi had to admit he was really going for an acting award, here. His previous terror had been nearly palpable, and his curiosity and confusion appeared to be genuine. As a curious person himself, Levi could see it in the way Clark's eyes had brightened up, a little bit, with all his questions.

There was also the possibility that Clark had somehow found his way into the Dark Forest and Levi had just been unlucky enough to find him. That he wasn't even part of the first IMPS Challenge; that, somehow, he'd been unfortunate enough to almost fall to the rotting hands of a dementor.

It was a disturbing thought.

He used his wand once more, trying a small cheering charm on Clark again, hoping it'd work, and hoping, too, that using magic wasn't lowering the effectiveness of the supersensory charm he'd cast on himself earlier. A little suspiciously, Levi eyed Clark for a moment before looking away. The young man's choice of words had been intriguing; Levi wished he could take a few steps away from him to consider the situation, fully, without having to feel the warmth and weight of Clark's body on his own. "You were on the floor when I found you, you know. Whatever was happening to you--it must have been serious." Levi kept his eyes trained ahead as he walked. "Have you ever had a seizure before?"

Unable to help himself, he pursed his lips. "Why wouldn't you want to remember?" Puzzled, he shot Clark a sidelong glance. "Our memories--they shape us. They're part of who we are. Part of our--" and at this, he had to pause, blasts from earlier coming back to him and sending a shiver ran down his spine, "--souls. Proof that we are alive, that we are here and that we were somewhere else before. " He realized, belatedly, that some of his previous kindness had left his tone and bit his lower lip. "Whatever happened to you--I'm sorry it happened. It wasn't your fault. But you'll be fine, Clark. Eventually. I--I'll get you the help you need."

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Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Evidently, his attempt at a cheering charm hadn't worked. This was worrisome because if he could not cast a simple, small cheering charm to try and distract Clark then what was he going to do if something on the same horrible league as a dementor came looking for them? They weren't exactly being conspicuous, and the Dark Forest was supposed to be home to unspeakable horrors. Levi supposed that in the case it happened, he could always just shove Clark behind a bush; he would then charge at whatever it was with his wand and fists and hope for the best. It wasn't a particularly sound plan, and it made him feel like vomiting again, but it was the only plan he had. He ignored the question on the prototype largely because he had no idea how to elaborate on it. "Why wouldn't it take the form of an animal?" One of his eyebrows quirked up. "Aesthetics are a big deal. Even when all you're trying to do is create some light." He went for a shrug, another casual one, pretending like this was the sort of conversation he had every day. People did love beautiful things, after all; it wouldn't be that much of a stretch to assume that an extra had been added to the prototype just for the sake of making its desired effect pretty. But the more Clark talked the more evident it became that he wasn't about to let go of what had happened with the dementor. The fact that he couldn't even describe what exactly happened to him only further confirmed that, as insane as it was, he'd been unable to see the dementor and was therefore, as he'd suspected, a muggle. Though this was definitely a test of sorts given the nature the challenge seemed to have taken, the idea that anyone would put a muggle in danger was incredibly baffling. Unless this was a Ministry employee pretending to be a muggle, which--well, that wasn't entirely out of the realm possibility, he supposed. He doubted, severely, that Minister Scabior would accept the usage of muggles for a competition. Although, if Clark was a Ministry employee, Levi had to admit he was really going for an acting award, here. His previous terror had been nearly palpable, and his curiosity and confusion appeared to be genuine. As a curious person himself, Levi could see it in the way Clark's eyes had brightened up, a little bit, with all his questions. There was also the possibility that Clark had somehow found his way into the Dark Forest and Levi had just been unlucky enough to find him. That he wasn't even part of the first IMPS Challenge; that, somehow, he'd been unfortunate enough to almost fall to the rotting hands of a dementor. It was a disturbing thought. He used his wand once more, trying a small cheering charm on Clark again, hoping it'd work, and hoping, too, that using magic wasn't lowering the effectiveness of the supersensory charm he'd cast on himself earlier. A little suspiciously, Levi eyed Clark for a moment before looking away. The young man's choice of words had been intriguing; Levi wished he could take a few steps away from him to consider the situation, fully, without having to feel the warmth and weight of Clark's body on his own. "You were on the floor when I found you, you know. Whatever was happening to you--it must have been serious." Levi kept his eyes trained ahead as he walked. "Have you ever had a seizure before?" Unable to help himself, he pursed his lips. "Why wouldn't you want to remember?" Puzzled, he shot Clark a sidelong glance. "Our memories--they shape us. They're part of who we are. Part of our--" and at this, he had to pause, blasts from earlier coming back to him and sending a shiver ran down his spine, *"--souls. Proof that we are alive, that we are here and that we were somewhere else before. "* He realized, belatedly, that some of his previous kindness had left his tone and bit his lower lip. "Whatever happened to you--I'm sorry it happened. It wasn't your fault. But you'll be fine, Clark. Eventually. I--I'll get you the help you need." __________________