[So it doesn't sound like necromancy, but Henry's not disappointed. Nott's recounting of Caleb's magical talents still depict colorfully in his mind's eye, but it's when she proclaims that he's taught her that Henry lights up. Unconscious of his actions, he bends down slightly to better meet his conversation partner's height out of interest.]

He taught you, too? Then what are you waiting for? Show me, show me!

[He points his finger as-a-matter-of-factly, and his free hand goes to balance on his knee.]

Since a master's talent is reflected in their pupil's learning, and all. Unless the pupil lack magical potential, but, details. [He waves a hand.] Ooh, can you make yourself look like a zombie?