I stare at him for a long, awkward, panic-inducing time.
He truly doesn't get it and that infuriates me more than anything else.
"No, Mr. Travers. You knew that it was a trick."
Truthfully, I wouldn't have minded if one of the students got killed. Bit more work for me but I'm a firm believer in Darwin. Survival of the fittest and all that fun stuff.
"I'd like to know how you, of all people, could possibly realize such a thing when not one of those close to me could even so much as think clearly about it. Apparently, the situation you were in warranted you more time than them which leads me to only one conclusion. That you weren't so busy fighting to save yourself as you were trying to figure things out that should have been impossible for you to comprehend."
The fact remains is that he did figure it out. Thus, he was able to premeditate what I was doing.
Thus, he was getting far too close to my mind for my liking.
Thus, he is a threat.
I'm running out of conclusions here. I'm down to only two choices.
"You're dismissed." My office door opens up for him.
"Yes, sir," I say resignedly. He's probably going to come up with a punishment for me at his leisure - maybe make things difficult for me in class. If I've done wrong, then I deserve punishment. But I don't see how I could have done anything wrong. I don't want to steal glory that isn't mine, to make myself out to be better than Professor Riddle. I just want to do as well as I can in his classes. Learn what I can from this man who has more intelligence and talent than a thousand Dumbledores, and hopefully some day learn enough to seek out and join the one that Rachel and I already think of as our Lord.
Should I tell him about Rachel?
He might be justified in thinking I'm a case for St Mungo's. But I'd rather he knew the truth.
"Sir?" I say as I'm turning to go. "Part of me - sort of knew it was a trick. Part of me thought it was real, that you were dead, that I had to fight. But there's this - voice - that I have sometimes - it tells me things..."
The degree of dislike I had been receiving from this child has suddenly turned around for reason or reasons unknown and it only makes me all the more wary.
"This voice...does it tell you to do anything? Kill someone? Swim naked in a town fountain? Marry your crup?"
"No, sir. It... just seems to look out for me, that's all. Tells me to be cautious..."
It's hard to explain this to him. Likely as not, he thinks I'm mad.
I'd hoped he wouldn't. I want him to see that I'm a student worthy of his teachings. Not necessarily like me, but... recognise the respect I have for him.
"Right. So this voice, despite not knowing a damned thing about me, my motivations, my teachings, anything at all...you're saying it told you it was all fake. Wow. Boggles the mind."
I, again, point to the door. "Thank you for sharing all of this. Don't let me detain you."
He truly doesn't get it and that infuriates me more than anything else.
"No, Mr. Travers. You knew that it was a trick."
Truthfully, I wouldn't have minded if one of the students got killed. Bit more work for me but I'm a firm believer in Darwin. Survival of the fittest and all that fun stuff.
"I'd like to know how you, of all people, could possibly realize such a thing when not one of those close to me could even so much as think clearly about it. Apparently, the situation you were in warranted you more time than them which leads me to only one conclusion. That you weren't so busy fighting to save yourself as you were trying to figure things out that should have been impossible for you to comprehend."
The fact remains is that he did figure it out. Thus, he was able to premeditate what I was doing.
Thus, he was getting far too close to my mind for my liking.
Thus, he is a threat.
I'm running out of conclusions here. I'm down to only two choices.
"You're dismissed." My office door opens up for him.
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Should I tell him about Rachel?
He might be justified in thinking I'm a case for St Mungo's. But I'd rather he knew the truth.
"Sir?" I say as I'm turning to go. "Part of me - sort of knew it was a trick. Part of me thought it was real, that you were dead, that I had to fight. But there's this - voice - that I have sometimes - it tells me things..."
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The degree of dislike I had been receiving from this child has suddenly turned around for reason or reasons unknown and it only makes me all the more wary.
"This voice...does it tell you to do anything? Kill someone? Swim naked in a town fountain? Marry your crup?"
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It's hard to explain this to him. Likely as not, he thinks I'm mad.
I'd hoped he wouldn't. I want him to see that I'm a student worthy of his teachings. Not necessarily like me, but... recognise the respect I have for him.
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I, again, point to the door. "Thank you for sharing all of this. Don't let me detain you."
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