 Wowza!
"That's not true."
A useless thing to say, to be sure, and one he knew would mean little to Dora right now but it was true, anyway. Logically, he knew it. Practically, well--it wasn't like he was feeling any different. If he hadn't been chosen by the book, if he hadn't agreed to participate in the IMPS, his mother would have never been touched.
But then, it wasn't like when he'd consented to be a competitor he'd also agreed to letting his loved ones pay for his choice, too. No one had ever said his mother would be subjected to something that could potentially have long term effects on her. He'd read enough to know that family members in danger for this sort of tournaments wasn't unheard of; it had happened in one of the triward tournaments. But not to the level of danger his mother and everyone else's loved ones had been subjected to.
For one, he was pretty sure those people had been sound asleep.
He rubbed his hands down his face. "I don't think Brent Westwood beat you." And to be clear, Levi had nothing against the Slytherin boy. "I think--I think we don't know what exactly they're looking for, it's just--I'll be honest, I don't know how I made it. I was sure I was out and I wasn't even--I don't think I'd have even minded, much."
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