Looking to his side, he was surprised that
Zander had decided to stay. And the Head Boy didn’t look so good. He knew bits of what had happened to him some time ago as he hadn’t been at this school yet but the ghostly face the guy made , made him feel uneasy. Like he knew something that they all didn’t….and he probably did.
“Dude, are you okay?” he whispered as to not disturb the class and the others giving and receiving answers. He casted a final concerned look at him before turning his attention to the pensieve.
Should he go and see? It would be a curious thing to witness. Yoongi frowned at himself. Did he just think that? That someone dying could be a curious thing to see? Merlin’s Beard he needed help. But yes, he wanted to see the memory. He was about to open his mouth and ask the Professor who’s memory it was when the man said that it they didn’t need to bother asking. Hmpf, killjoy.
SPOILER!!: memory
Standing up from the bench, Yoongi walked over to the pensieve and when it was his turn he took a deep, calming breath before placing his hands on the bowl and stuck his head under water. He had never ever been in a pensieve memory before and he had expected to fall in the memory dripping wet from the water but he wasn’t. The world began to swirl around him and he knew that there was no going back now. He had to life the memory till the end.
He felt himself getting dragged down until he stood in the middle of an asile. The first thing he noticed were the broken pottery and plants around him. Then he looked around him at the blurred edges of the room. Where was this place even? Almost automatically he checked his hands and saw that he was holding his wand.
Realising he was standing in the middle of a crossroads of asiles, he suddenly noticed the shadow of a figure before him. He wanted to narrow his eyes to try and see the shadow better but everything about him or her were completely clouded like the rest of the room. Then he heard the words. Though jumbled like he was listening under water it still made him fearful .
Suddenly, he saw the figure before him move and casting silent spells. The first a zap of light and the second was an eerie emerald green spell. He instinctively knew what spell that was and his heart seemed to stop for a split second before adrenaline pumped through him like he had never felt before. He wasn’t going to die here, he wanted to life.
He moved, trying his best that this was a memory and that nothing could actually harm him but it was still frightening. He had but a heartbeat to make a decision and he flicked his wand to upturn a table full of pots and plants to send it into the path of the killing curse. He shoved it forward, using his wand to blast air at the table, trying to push it into the path of the spell and away from him as far as possible but it doesn’t go far.
The table does make it into the line of the curse and it impacts against it. There was a loud explosion. Though, he thought it would have been a loud explosion because the sound was muffled. The ground shook and whole plants and planks and pots split apart as the curse jets in every direction. He didn’t know it he was hit by an object, or hit by the impact of the explosion but he was being thrown back and his lower back impacted against a shelf behind him. A feeling of intense pain burst through him and he vaguely wondered if he was going to be crippled when the vision in front of him changed and a moment later he was back in his own, safe body in the safe DADA classroom.
The pain was gone but the memory wasn’t. He stepped away from the pensieve, looking positively disturbed. Though his eyes were watery, he wasn’t crying. Actually, his mind was still processing everything that had happened and the more he thought the paler he got. He had to sit down on the ground for a moment because his hands began to shake and he tried to act normal, though that failed so he sat down. Who’s memory had this been? Had this been the Professor’s memory? Was that why it was altered? And had he just lived the Professor’s moments…..or had he been the shadow figure? Maybe none of them and he had gotten the memory from someone else. An Auror or a criminal perhaps?
“Prof…” his voice was timid, nothing like him but he just couldn’t bring up to be cheery right now. This was serious.
“Professor? Did…did I ..i mean that person , survive or?” He ran a hand through his bright red hair as he obviously still didn’t get what had happened. It had happened too fast.
"No wait, you wouldn't have gotten the memory if i had died" he laughed, a thing he did when he got nervous. Curse him for pointing that out in the first meeting.
"I mean, that other person..not me" Merlin's Beard he was still shaken up.
Anyways, knowing that
Zeke had also been in the pensieve, Yoongi took another few calming breaths before he stood up and walked to his fellow Gryffindor.
“Partners?” was the only thing he asked. Maybe someone else wanted to join them, or him if Zeke refused.