Temple of Discontent [Rab]

It was reaching freezing levels outside as the sun was starting to set. The days of winter were always so short and dark that they didn't do much for those with depression. Rabastan was familiar with the sense of longing that came with those in a much weaker mind set, but he's grown very fond of people lately and keeping in touch really did help put those feelings at ease. Slipping from the forbidden forest, bag full of collected potion ingredients, some of them highly illegal, but for what they were going to be used for it wouldn't be too horrible.

Rrubbing his hands together, Rabastan pushed through the entrance doors into the warmed halls of Hogwarts making a stop at the Great Hall snatching a mug of coffee to warm up before heading back down to the dungeons. Finally making it down the last set of stairs, Rabastan muttered the password and kicked the brick opening up the door for the common room. A voice called out to him and he rose an eyebrow thinking to himself 'what would Finn want with me?' It was a little out of the ordinary but it was his duty to oblige.

Eyebrow up he looked the kid over for a minute. "You're not going to nag to me about Joram staying down here are you? If so you can take it up with Integra, but if not come on I hate talking where anyone can easily listen in." Waving his hand behind him as he shimmed over to the stairs leading up to the sixth year boys dorm. Finn was older than him by a year, but lately it seemed Rabastan was playing the All-Father, it wasn't that difficult of a task seeing as everyone needed a little guidance now and then.

Once both of them were settled in the long room he waved his wand and the door shut with a few charms so that eavesdroppers wouldn't get involved. "Indulge me?" Rabastan set his bag on his bed and started unpacking the bottles of unmarked contents a few bags with different types of herbs, none that would normally be seen in the classroom, and only a couple that were illegal, so it wasn't wrong for him to have the majority of these things.

Never had such a request caught the boy alarmed. As Finn started to talk slowly Rabastan looked up from what he was doing and locked eyes with the boy. Feeling the words enter his skin and meld with his cells, Rabastan mulled over the thought of bringing someone back from the dead. It was bad idea all around, that he knew. Bringing some one back into existence was taboo, it was beyond the darkest of magic. Sure it was possible, but there would always be consequences. Things could change dramatically within a few seconds. Of course there was nothing solid, nothing was solid, except for death.

"From what I've read there isn't anything that could bring someone back indefinitely, but that is only from what I've read. Elixir of Life from the Philosopher's Stone is only used to extend life. The Wiggenweld Potion is an antidote to the Draught of Living Death. Sure there is a Revive Potion, but that is only used on unconscious people, not those who have passed. I suppose what I'm getting at is how did they die?" Rabastan wasn't at all familiar with Finn's family or friends, he wasn't exactly bros with the guy either so he kept to himself and only observed.

Rubbing his dace, Rabastan pulled down a very old leather journal of his from when he was younger and started fingering through the pages. "Unfortunately, if this person you're trying to bring back has been dead for quite sometime they will most definitely not be themselves if they are brought back. Without oxygen the brain will die, if we rewired and triggered it back to life they would be nothing more than a walking corpse. We're talking Frankenstein's Monster type work. It would be as though you were caring for an infant if I'm not mistaken. Memories would be gone, they'd have to relearn everything up until death. Language would be out of the question for years. It would be as though we're going back to primary school."

Giving Finn a stern look, Rab sighed and closed the book. "It also depends on their faith, sadly enough. Christianity, Catholicism, Norse, Atheist, everything comes into play. I'd hate to tamper with such things especially if they're Monotheistic. You die and go to heaven, which would leave the body soulless, not only that, but it would be as though you're pulling an individual from Paradise. Polytheism is harder to work with seeing as you're not sure which God or Goddess they're truly pulled toward. That would make figuring out where they went in afterlife nearly impossible. If they're non-theistic then they don't believe either or, they're just laying in the ground somewhere, rotting."

Scratching his head letting his mind reel over the possibilities for a moment. "Either way, if it's been longer than a year we're not going to have anything to work with, unless they were embalmed properly, or even preserved. You could talk to Evan Rosier about what happens after the body dies, he's well versed in the subject as a matter of fact." Getting Evan involved was something he didn't want to do, but the boy knew his way around a dead body and it was to the point of psychotic. "Though if you're that adamant about bringing someone back to life I can see what I can do. The outcome may not be favourable."

Taking in a breath Rabastan moved across the room quickly and looked him in the eyes and grabbed each side of his face between his palms. Vibrant green eyes piercing through to Finn's softer green orbs, staring at him quietly letting him vent. "Listen to me, death changes people, you're a different person than you were before your friend died. I never said I wouldn't do it. I just need you to understand that he will be an entirely different person. It's possible that he won't know you, he won't know anything about himself. I'm just trying to prepare you for the worst. You have to understand that, you have to understand that if I can bring him back from the dead it's possible he's going to be a zombie. Seriously."

The instinct that ran through Rabastan was to hug the guy in front of him. It was more of a brotherly instinct. "Shuush, stop, just stop." Looking him over again, Rabastan actually let his thumbs brush Finn's cheeks catching a stray tear. "You need to be strong, especially now. You're lucky that it's me you're showing such strong emotions with. Anyone else in this house and they'd lay you flat on your ass." Rab's lips curled up into a smile and he shook his head again.

Mulling the words over in his head before speaking Rabastan took in a breath and glanced Finn over making sure he was stable. "It's improbable but not impossible. I can't make promises, and I cannot take responsibility for what happens if it happens. If its not what you expected or you're fearful I will not hesitate to step in and eliminate what I started. You have to get that. If something is going horribly wrong I will end it. If that makes me an enemy of yours, fine, but I will not let something or someone who I feel is dangerous for anyone, mate or not, family and the like, I will end it. Understand? If so then I'll move forward, if not then I won't do anything."

Pushing his black hair back, Rabastan looked over Finn as he asked a question based on statistics he didn't know. Eyeing the boy again Rabastan let out a breath he was holding in and put out the cigarette. "It's impossible to tell. We'll need to see the remains in order to see the steps that need to be done. Preservation is important I just hope there is enough to work with."

Taking in his surroundings Rab couldn't help but think about the repercussions this would have if anyone found out. "As long as you understand what I will do if something goes completely out of control I'll do it. It may take a while to figure everything out so just be patient with me. Things like this don't happen over night, so please just try to understand." Brandishing his wand, Rab loosened a stone next to his bed. Lifting it out of it's resting place and removing a few older books covered in dust.

(( Sorry so short ))