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XanaSnape
Kazimeriz's reverie was broken by the sibilant hiss of Jake Upstead's stutter. He glanced over at the boy, noting the sling -- from the Battle? Most likely. It made him wonder about Kururugi's well being, and his eyes momentarily darted to the Slytherin table, scanning the heads to find the boy with furry cat ears. He redirected his focus back to Upstead, drawing himself up to stand tall despite the pain and his own frailty; mustn't let the students perceive their professors as anything but strong, competent, consistent... and above all, worthy of their respect.
"Yes, Mr. Upstead?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and gazing on the boy with his usual stern expression.
When Kaz looked away from him, Jake took a second to glance over at Lawson, and at once his expression became stone. He didn't care what happened; Mr. Lawson hated him now. So Mrs. Lawson would as well...
"It..." Jake started, but found himself lost for words. He'd practiced this over and over in his mind, and now he was stuck.
"It wwwas my fffault," he tried again, and once the first part was out of the way, he found it easier to go on.
"I kkkept so mmmuch quiet. I luhh-lied to the hhhealer when I gggot hurt... I wwwas bbblacking out again. Ssssir... last year... Muhh-mr. Lawson... It wwwas ME that att-att-attacked him."
And then the clincher. Jake knew; he'd worked it out long before... Masterson's words were just confirmation for him.
"Luhh-last yyyear, I kkkept blacking out... ignnnoring it... Muhh-me and LouAnn... we killed thuhh-those kids. We mmmust have. The rrrunes... and... and B-b-bontecou gggone..."
Jake lowered his gaze and stared at his feet.
"I shhhould have left the ssschool lllast year. I'm sssorry... this is mmmy fault... I sshould bbbe... ex... expppuhh-..." Jake broke off. He could say no more.
But he was void of emotion, his voice was flat. Looking down the table for Masterson, Jake soon gave up and looked straight at Kazi.
"I kkkept sssecrets. My fffault."
Okay, so not entirely true. He HAD told... but it was HIS responsibility to tell more people until he was believed.
"I'm sssssorry. I'm gggonna ask Tuhh-tate if... if..."
Okay, so he really was reambling now...