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XanaSnape Kazimeriz glared at the boy. "No. You are lying to me, Upstead. And I. will. not. have. it. You will show me the contents of that pocket --" he gestured with Jake's wand at the pocket that his hand kept going back to "or, I will be writing a letter to your guardian letting them know that you are henceforth expelled from this school for conduct unbecoming, and I shall recommend that you be sent to a school more suited to your incorrigible temperament, such as Durmstrang. As deputy headmaster, it is within my authority to do so. You have tested my patience long enough. Now turn out your pockets."
Staring steadily at Kazi, Jake's hand s-l-o-w-l-y travelled towards his pocket again, stopping dead still at the mention of expulsion. "No," he whispered, terrified of that thought.
It would sooooooo not go down well with his foster mother... because he wasn't planning on telling her anything about what had happened this term.
Okay, so Kazi KNEW he had something in his pocket, so there was no point in denying it anymore, so instead he went with the... truth?
"Please... ssssir. I cuh-can't... It's l-l-like... it ffffeels like something ruh-real bad will huh-happen if I do. You can't expel... I... I c-c-can't help it!"
As he said this, Jake s-l-o-w-l-y pushed his hand into his pocket... and left it there.
Preparing himself? Protecting them?
Who knooooows?