The thought plagued him from the moment from the moment it was conceived, driving him to pour through textbooks just to see if the possibility was there. Thestrals, he discovered were a fifth year study but that was a whole two years away. Far too long to just sit and wait around, especially if there was a chance at all.
He desperately missed Matthias after all, he was the only friend Raz had ever managed to make on his own and then he died. And Raz didn't even try to help him. Not that he could've helped, not as a small ten year old, but the guilt still crawled through his head every time he closed his eyes.
A week after struggling through textbooks and not quite understanding anything, he found himself knocking on his professor's office door, deciding it was easier to just ask someone who knew better than him. He was rather reluctant to ask anyone at all- his parents were immediately ruled out, they would never let him outside if they ever found out about any of this and Raz thought... maybe he could convince his professor not to tell..... maybe? He was tentatively hopeful but not at all confident.
"Professor Anderson? I um, had some questions about... thestrals, I know its not really a third year topic but um... if you have some free time? It's not that important."
It was, actually, pretty important to him but he just naturally grew anxious around teachers. Maybe he could force himself to get through the books, it couldn't be that bad. He wasn't the type to seek out help after all, nor was he particularly outspoken about anything, much less magical creatures. He couldn't help but hope that it didn't seem too suspicious.