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"Before you were crowned."
He repeated the words, largely for his own benefit, finding it a curious way to describe the selection process behind the competition. Or for it. Whatever it was, it remained unclear to him. The word 'worthy' after all, was entirely subjective and Headmistress Hawthorne struck him as the sort of person who preferred actions to speak louder than words. Which was fair and all but Levi preferred clarity and honesty; he did not like it when things were left out in the open for interpretation. Or rather, he enjoyed theorizing like the best of them, but final answers and explanations were always preferred.
It was possible he wasn't going to get either. "That's one way of putting it." He rubbed his thumb over his smooth chin. "'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown' and all that, I suppose." A slight frown tugged between his brows, but he smiled nevertheless, albeit thinly. "After all, I could die."
Technically. Probably not. But the word dangerous had been mentioned here and there.
He thought he recognized a hint of amusement to her words, and decided not to comment on it. Levi supposed the one difference in his life was Daisy and even then, it was hardly a difference, if he thought about it; the only thing that had changed was the name of what they had. "Have you tried sleeping potions? I--could help with those. Concoctions for a dreamless, seamless sleep--are my preference."
Aslan had found herself thinking more and more on the concept of worthiness, on deserving and receiving but none of it felt...
Real. the universe didn't work based on the principals of give and take- there was only cause and effect. Perhaps the hat had decided Levi was worthy, but it was, in reality, only a hat with the mind of a great wizard imbued into each seam and sinew. What could a hat know? what could a wizard from hundreds of years past know? he'd built this school with three others but aslan sincerely doubted Godric Gryffindor's ability to judge others and their motives.
"Yes." she agreed, tucking back a lock of her dark hair. There wasn't quite a smile, but there was something ironic to the curve of her lips as he quoted. "You could, but this is hogwarts. That was always a possibility." Aslan shrugged, her tone light despite the topic of conversation. She did not attempt to comfort Levi Kenning for a myriad of reasons, chiefly because he was not the kind to want a soft-spoken lie and she was not the kind to utter one.
"Lately, no. I haven't. I've never got the hang of them." Potions, once upon a time had been her easiest and most favored subject, boredom had changed the sooner and lack of practice had changed the latter. Aslan paused, dark eyes no longer glazed. "That would be alright." she finally said, a slow smile. "How long would it take you."