Zarth stared at the boy before him, brow furrowing in confusion. Something about this kid was ........ oddly familiar, almost saif he had met the boy before.
But now, he would remember those eyes.
Mentally shaking himself, Zarth glanced over at his companion to find Radhe cacnelling the spells that had prpeviously kept the boy locked into the bed.
RAdhe had insited on the spells, much to his displeasure. While he had been willing to give the boy the benifit of the a doubt. Radhe had been much more cynicle, trust far less easily than he did.
Waiting patiently for his briend to remove the spells -- for they not onl y kept the boy in, but kept them out as well -- Zarth allowed himself the leisurely pleasure or taking in everything about the boy.
dark, midnight black hair fell in messy waves over bright green eyes, a scar just barely visible on one side of his forehead.
He was obviously young, no more than 12 or 13 at the most, surely, but he was unnaturally thin for somebody ofthat age.
Clancing away and toward Radhe as the last of the spells were removed, Zarth frowned at the dark look that had passed over his friend's face.
Glancing back at the boy, Zarth smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner, settling himself on the bed and curling one leg beneath him as he did so.
Well, contrary to poular belief, my name isn't Remus. It's Zarth. And big dark and moddy over there is Radhe. Would you mind telling us what your name is?
Harry hesitated, before offering up in a small voice, "Harry," glancing nervously between the two men.
His smile was now comming more easily, and Zarth allowed himself to relax onto the bed, pointedly ignoring the death glare that Radhe was sending his way. Paying any sort of attention woud only encourage theman, the knew.
"Now that we've been introduced, would you m ind telling us what happened?" He was interrupted by Radhe's short burst of derisive laughter.
"Yes, do tell why you dropped straight out of the sky and into an ancient ritual. Completely ruined the ritual, as a matter of fact."
zarth found himself grinding his teeth togeather at his compan ion's interruption. Insulting the boy wasn't likely to get them answers any more quickly.
Harry merely settled for glaring at the man, lips tightly pressed togeather.
Inside his head, however, he was in constant turmoil. Fallen from the sky into an ancient ritual? Had he really done that?
Keeping his eyes firmly glued onto his hands, Harry replayed what he remembered of the last several hours, but came up as a blank as to how he could have appeared in the air as those people claimed he did.
"Harry,we need to know. The Elders are worried about why you 're here, and ho w you got here. Strangers aren't exactly very common here, and we need to know how you managed to get past the protective barriers around the villiage."
"I don't know. I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here. The last thing I remember, I was in the woods not far from my house. I fell asleep by accident, and then woke up here."
As Harry said this, he rose his eyes to meet those of the man he now knew as Radhe, defiantly staring back into those intense green eyes.
"He's telling the truth." Radhe said shortly, before turning toward the door. "I'll let the Elder's know that he's no threat."
As soon as he was gone, Harry allowed himself to relax slightly, turning his attention to the other remaining occupant of the room.