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Still sat atop the merlon, twisted around slightly so as to see Flamsteed a little better, Nem drew up one leg to hug their knee, propping their chin on it. They left little Titan to his musings, not tempted to say much more. Much of it was beyond their capacity for caring, but the kid was already poised to follow the necessary trajectory. Only needed the vaguest suggestion here and there before his eyes were opened in just the right way.
That left Nem to their own thoughts, just for a moment, thoughts that started with the topic at hand, but rapidly pinballed away through a labyrinth of vaguely - and then not remotely - connected certainties. Mere moments, seconds, but when Flamsteed spoke again, there was a long pause while Nem circled back to the current conversation.
"... He is. In a sense." They fiddled with one of their shirt buttons, alternately twisting and tapping it, considered elaborating, but thought better of it. Regardless of how arguably squirrelly their thoughts had been getting of late, nothing would ever draw that potentially incriminating information from them. "That's why he didn't take points from me, he knows I don't care." About the cup, or about what the Slytherins thought of them for losing points. "He-..."
But then, as had happened frequently that day, the thought slipped from Nem's grasp and left them stranded, blank, and the next they landed on was an awareness that this couldn't have started back up at a more inconvenient time. They checked the sky.
And then lowered their gaze again, looked at Titan Flamsteed, simultaneously expressionless and piercing. A slow nod, then, "Neither are you."
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