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XanaSnape 
No one died? He pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed as he considered this.
"'No one died.' Hardly the memorial one would expect for all the students who fell last term... or Professor Edward Forrester, beloved Head of Slytherin House, a gentleman and a scholar. Have we forgotten them already? 'No one died.' For shame, Gaellen. For shame." he growled in a stage whisper, clearly meant to sound as though he were grumbling to himself while still carrying throughout the much of the hall for the students to hear.
After all, he himself had nearly passed. Perhaps it was vanity, but he could not help but feel a bit appalled at the callous disregard this "headmaster" had for those who lost their lives at the hand of the scoundrel Remi Devereux. Would he, too, be forgotten so soon had he fallen?
He shook his head, glowering at the Headmaster, then stumble-shuffled several ungainly steps toward his seat. He did not sit down, though the effort of those few steps left him winded and the seat would be greatly appreciated. Instead, he stood in contemplation, looking over all the young faces at the feast-- staff and students alike. His vision doubled for just a moment as tears threatened; he blinked hard and they were gone. He reflected that in another blink, the students would be as well.
The seasons go too fast. How can it be they have grown so much, so soon?
Jake heard the man speak as he approached the dias, and he found himself trembling. He felt he was doing the right thing... maybe afterwards he could ask Tate if he could be expelled.
But first he HAD to tell Kazi this... he'd been warned in his second year about not speaking up.
"Ssssir," Jake said quietly, approaching the man hesitantly. The boy now stood at around 5'2"; he'd grown alot in the past month. He fiddled with the sling that held up his right arm and tried to make eye contact as he waited for acknowledgement before going on.