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Deniiz 
Yeah yeah, if he had SOMETHING, he wouldn't have given up. But he had nothing at all and the professor would know if he cheated. He didn't know how, but they always knew.
"She said we should work with our ingredients only," he answered as he was calmed down a little, though his face was all swollen and his voice was still trembling. He wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeves as two more people came in. Zeke could see him crying, but these two couldn't.
"You can't." In regards to his offer of giving his material to him. "She'll know." So Forrest was in fact ready to take them, if only she wouldn't know. He wasn't crying anymore though, he was just breathing heavily and he was pretty tired from all the stress and crying. He just missed his home. He didn't want to be a wizard, he could be as well happy being an engineer or something. In fact, if being a wizard meant cleaning and earning easy money, he might as well give up on his ability.
"I'll--work something out by myself." He finally met his gaze, his eyes looking beaten. It wasn't out of pride or anything, he just didn't want to take him down with himself as he was the best Hufflepuff the Sorting Hat had ever sorted. Being helpful and all.
Riiight. Again, Hufflepuff: rule followers. Sigh.
Oh well. If the kid says he doesn't need help, though indirectly meant, then better leave him off to himself. With a deep breath, Zeke stood up reluctantly.
"Okay then, if you say so," he said softly then frowned. GAH, this feeling. He hated this. He really wished he could have at least done something to help Forrest.
In general, he seemed like a nice kid and the seventh year felt really bad for leaving him alone. Maybe someone else would come along and help the boy? Guilty feels. But really it seems like there was nothing Zeke could contribute at all. Unless he was some kind of transfiguration expert.
....TRANSFIGURATION! Why didn't he think of it before? Wait, that was possible right? Ehhhh. Zeke had doubts. Okay nevermind, just walk away now mister. Walk away. He mumbled a quick
"Sorry," and began to head for the door.