As the lad stood, clearly still shakey, the Slytherin head of house wanted to make sure his student got back to the school in one piece. ’Alright then young man’ he said, pushing himself up to standing. ’Come help an old man get back to the school eh?’ he asked. Meserimus had a knack for pretending to be frailer when he needed to be when it was a useful way for him to keep tabs on a student without seeming to be overly worrisome or condescending.

As they set off up the path to the main part of the school, he placed a large hand on the boys folder, ’Mister Leverett’ his tone was serious, if full of the that feigned strain of old age, ’I am your head of house young man, if you need anything, you know that that is what I am here to provide?’ He knew better than to push too hard at this time, but he needed to reassure the young man that if he needed to talk that Meserimus was only at the other end of the dining hall.

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