| Abraxan
Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Jasper Hart
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Zeke had opted to stay with the group to view the Killing Curse memory. He knew enough about it, but he had never been allowed to witness it until now, not even in memory form. A part of him wonder what his mum might think of this… she wouldn’t be pleased. Knowing that she wouldn’t approve hadn’t led him to change his mind, instead it had cemented his resolve to stay. He knew there were nasty things in the world, and he knew he could have met that fate on more than one occasion. He couldn’t be shielded forever, he had to see it for himself.
He hadn’t offered any insights into his knowledge of the curse, everyone had beaten him to the more obvious statements and he didn’t feel as if elaborating or providing his own perspective would be appropriate.
Mentally he took notes as Sabel spoke. Wand cores could not be predicted so unless one had prior knowledge that was known to be accurate… they oughtn’t depend on that. Intercepting the curse with a spell of your own, possible, but risky yes… and lastly, physical barriers. He would forever remember that.
For a long time, he had thought that dodging was a good strong strategy, but after what had happened in his first duel, he realised that he was lucky. Lucky to have dodged into the path of a spell himself. The vision of Kyroh in the flames still hadn’t left his mind. Only Sabel’s words of running pulled him from his thoughts. Turn tail and run? Would he be able to do that, if it came to it?
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When they were instructed to move up, Zeke was among the first on his feet, but they slowed as he made his way forward. He’d had plenty of experience with pensieves, so he knew what to expect as far as viewing memories was concerned, but as for the Killing Curse, he hadn’t a clue.
When it was his turn, he leaned forward and let the memory absorb him into the world.
….
Very quickly he realised he wasn’t in the classroom, and though he didn’t know WHERE he was, he knew he wasn’t in a good position. Everything was telling him to fight, or to run, but his feet didn’t move. The floor was littered with bits of debris, plants and pots from what he could tell, but he didn’t want to look down, he needed to look ahead. There a figure had his attention, his undivided attention. This was it? This was where and how it was going to happen? He didn’t know WHY it was happening, but that was irrelevant, he didn’t know much of anything that was being said, but before he knew it, the figure sent a zap of light, closely followed by the green.
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He’d stopped breathing, and everything in him was telling him to react, only… the memory played that out for him. It wasn’t really him after all, but it felt as if it was. Upturning the table, Zeke braced himself in the hopes that the curse wouldn’t hit, that it would be blocked by the object. The environment, use the environment. All too quickly, he was being sent back, and it was frightening. A part of him knew he hadn’t been hit by the curse, but it was all so startling and all so real, that the impact could not be ignored. And then…… it was over.
Zeke inhaled a deep breath before expelling it slowly, his eyes were wider than usual as he worked to process what he had just seen. Swallowing, he stepped out of the way so that the next could have a turn.
And now they were supposed to practice defending against something like that? …
Did anyone want to partner with him? Because right now he was lost for words.
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