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XanaSnape Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow, a strange expression flickering on his face -- bemused, perhaps? Whatever it was, he regained a neutral expression quickly. "I see. And at no time did you think it might be a good idea to let someone know that a mysterious object had appeared in your pockets? Or have you learned nothing about vigilance and curses in your time as a student at this institution? They could very well hold dark magic, Mr. Upstead... and you should know better than to even touch an object that appears mysteriously and whose origin is unknown." He looked at them again. "I will not take them from you against your will. But I ask that you surrender them freely, or at least place them into a vessel, away from your physical person. Will you do this?" He eyed the boy, watching him once again like a scientist eyeing a lab rat.
"But, sssir... I d-did... I shuh-showed Puh-Professor Lupa..." Jake said hurriedly, but hoping he wasn't sounding accusatory. "Sh-she said they were ffffine... I tuh-told her I found th-them in mmmy pocket... and sshhee was like, 'Someone puh-playing a puh-prank,'"
Though of course, not with a stutter.
Still the rebuke had somewhat unsettled Jake again, and he put the black stone back into his pocket. "I..." he started, before deciding to duck that particular question and half change the subject. "You wuh-won't tell anyone...? Yuh-you w-won't write t-to my muh-muh-mother, right?"
As he asked this, the hand in Jake's pocket squeezed the stones hard, almost self-concsiously. Some part of him didn't like the fact that he was being told to get rid of the freedom of him and his stones.