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The boy crossed his arms and placed it on the table. Mordred let out an exasperated sigh. He simply nodded at Zeke and continued to contemplate on the plate. Those blasted memories he had at Durmstrang should be kept in a Pandora’s box never to be opened again. The palace, his uniform—the compulsory shaving of the head, his cousins. Everything about that bloody school and its students made his blood seethe. “You are your own man in that school. No friends, just you and your studies, and your reputation.” He said as his jaws clenched hard. He had no problems with his studies. His academic expectations of the school did not fail him—but the people that ran it were enough for him to become pure evil. During his stay, he did nothing but practice his skill as a wizard and prove to everybody that he deserves the name Mordaunt.
Now he sees why his parents did not want him to go there, even if his father was a proud son of that school. Aldrich Mordaunt became a whole new man when he met Catherine, Mordred’s mother. It was then that Aldrich realized that Hogwarts was the best school for his son. They have been fighting the stereotypical people who brand their family as a group of dark wizards. Getting sorted to Slytherin did not help the young Mordred, but he was brought up to be a level-headed, decent young man. All thanks to his parents, and to Hogwarts.
“That someone must be really special.” He smirked at his comment. Heck, he transferred schools because his Father needed to be up north to be cured. Transferring was hard anyway, leaving everybody you know without any assurance that you’ll see them again. “You’ll enjoy the rest of your stay here in Hogwarts…I mean…” he trailed off as he pointed at Zeke then to himself, as if to say that they have both witnessed how much better this school was.
Then from the corner of his eye, he saw the Headmaster FINALLY standing on the dais. “About time.” He said as he tapped the table and gestured his head toward the man. “Hungry boys over here, Tate.”
“Creatures coming out of the Forbidden Forest?” a smile was on the boy’s face. “Cool, instant practicals.” He said to Zeke. They do that a lot at Durmstrang, right? The rest of the Headmaster’s speech became gibberish to Mordred as he stared at the plate. Any moment now.
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FOOD!
He understood what Mordred meant. Zeke had lived those two years only for himself, not bothering to speak at all to anyone unless required of him. It was one of the stuff that resulted to the arrogant Zeke who didn't really care much for anyone at all.
"Yeah, it's pretty tough over there," but he didn't regret it. It made him strong and learn the reality that it's every man for himself. He grew up believing and living that motto. Durmstrang has made a different person out of him. It had a different effect to him, unlike Mordred. Zeke just assumed that the Slyth had real awful memories at Durmstrang considering the tone Mordred spoke of it and the obvious signs of..hatred, maybe? He couldn't blame the guy, if Zeke hadn't been emotionally uncaring even before going in Durmstrang, he would've found it hard to continue being there.
Yes. She was. He could feel his stone heart beginning to crumble just by the reference of her. Trying to keep a composed face, he half-smiled and nodded.
"Mmhmm," Zeke simply said. Janine. No,
Jane. If only she were here, she'd be enjoying Hogwarts with him now. Like their promise.
Zeke tried to keep up with what was happening, but was a bit distracted. He pretended to be following on what he was saying by just giving him half-smiles and half-hearted grins when he felt like he needed to.
'Really sorry, Mordred. It was nice meeting you and you seem like an awesome guy. We could've even be really good friends. I just don't feel like talking much now,' he thought to himself as he tried to find an excuse out of the conversation. Zeke needed some alone time. To focus, or to distract himself out of thinking of those childhood memories that keep haunting him.
Ah! Just the perfect distraction he needed. Food to the rescue.
"Dig in, hungry guy," he teased and began to gather all the food he liked on his plate. When he was done, he went out for seconds. And thirds. And he ate until he was full and satisfied.
Done. He had that smile on his face as he leaned back and waited for Kurumi to pour him some pumpkin juice which she had offered him earlier. But the prefect seemed to be distracted as she was pouring the juice on to his goblet, was it because of that Hufflepuff guy that just left? He watched as the glass was filled to the brim. Zeke expected her to stop, but she still had that spaced out look on her face. The pitcher continued to pour pumpkin juice on the goblet, until some began to spill on the table as it had nowhere else to go. He knew he should probably stand up now to avoid the mess but he was still staring at the prefect, still expecting her to snap out of it.
The spilled juice was going for him. And nearer. And...it was now dripping on his robes. He quickly stood up, jaw hanging open.
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sweetpinkpixie Smiling, Kurumi grabbed Zeke's goblet and began to pour him some pumpkin juice when she sort of just froze. The juice continued to slowly pour out of the container, coming dangerously close to the brim of the cup, but Kurumi showed no signs of realizing this. In fact, her eyes were just sort of glazed over as if deep in thought about something. Only she wasn't thinking about anything at all.
Her eyes refocused and the muscles in her arms suddenly relaxed, but it was too late. Pumpkin juice was now all over the table and trickling in every which direction. "Oh my stars! I-I-I'm so sorry!" she squeaked, immediately setting the filled to the brim of pumpkin juice goblet on the table and removing her wand. "D-Did any of it get on your robes?"
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Zeke was just about to get his first taste of a pumpkin juice. But he didn't expect it to turn out like this. He literally bathed in it. It was a good thing there wasn't too much.
His jaw slightly dropped open since he didn't know how to react at all, he shook out of it and replied,
"What? Oh! Uhm." Looking at the drenched garment that he realized was his robe, he tried to act like it was just a minor thing that happened. He took out his handkerchief to attempt and dry himself which looked pathetic. He could've just taken off his robes. It was only the part near his lap downward that was affected.
"It's okay, chill. It's just a little...wet."
Or a little
too much wet. From then on, he knew he would remember this day forward whenever he'd think, see, hear, and drink pumpkin juice. Not that he'd even think of drinking it anymore. He was done eating, he just needed something to drink. All he had was his goblet filled with that
wonderful juice. So while still standing, he reached out for the cup and gulped it down. Anyway, it was almost time to get to the common rooms.