The Slytherin was not prepared for the Gryffindor to wake with such a start, and sat back as the jet of red light spiraled across the lake. "Merlin." She breathed, getting past the initial surprise as he spoke to her. She could admire his quick reactions, as startling as they were. "I don't mind a little violence in a person, it makes them interesting. But I'll keep it in mind." She responded, tucking away a reminder not to shake him in future in the back of her mind. It wasn't so difficult to believe he was related to Styx, she was just glad he wasn't nearly as bad. The thought of the professor caused her expression to falter, however. Her memories of the entire ordeal left her with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Vulcan seemed to notice her change. She'd never told him the exact details of what had happened, as she herself was trying to forget about it, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to now. Taking a deep breath, she glanced skyward, taking a moment to consider how to respond. How did you tell someone their relative murdered them when it hadn't happened? "Yes, it's him." She nodded, exhaling the breath she'd held. "I, well. The situation got out of hand after I was sent to his office. He seemed to just know when I only provided him with a half truth. He banned me from quidditch for the year and I lost control. I was furious. That James boy deserved what he got." The bitterness in her voice was evident, but her words trembled slightly as she spoke. She didn't want to think about it, but he deserved to know. "You know how, sometimes, when a person is upset or angry, magic goes a little haywire? I shattered a few of the more fragile objects in his office and let go of everything. I called him more things than I'd like to repeat, and-" She took another breath, calming herself down. "He wasn't fazed, he just took my wand from me and then...he killed you. Or, he told someone to, and then they came for me. Only, it didn't happen. Not yet." She added quickly, not too enthused on the idea of looking like a crazy. "I have visions - glimpses of the future. It comes from my grandfathers side of the family. It's not something I can choose to see, it just happens from time to time, and just how out of hand everything had gotten seemed to trigger it." Her eyes were welling up, but she wasn't going to allow herself to cry in front of the Zhefarovich boy. She held them back, trying to keep her voice as steady as she possibly could. "I think it's changed, now. I still have my wand, and the visions I've had since then have gone further into the future than what I'd seen. I just don't know what to do." She looked over to him, seeing him for as he was now - alive and well, not the cold corpse she'd been forced to see.