Anthony's eyes widened. He was so very glad his mother had a broader perspective then the rest of her family did. The Leveque's were an old money, French wizarding family whose line could be traced back for generations. When his mother had married his father, she was cut off from the family, her life of fortune, with nothing. She wasn't lucky, like Justin for example, who still had thousands stashed away. They had taken everything from her. And still, Anthony and his family lived as comfortably and normally as they could, and with the knowledge that having magic blood didn't make you any better or worse then a muggle.
"I don't e-exactly b-b-believe the things you were r-raised learning. I was taught di-differently." Which was probably why his whole family, besides him, had been in hiding all of last year.
Anthony let the idea of knowing wash over him, thinking about it for a moment. And while, even just asking that question basically confirmed his beliefs that Sorin was a seer, Anthony shook his head. "No. I-I don't want to kn-know." It wasn't the fear of knowing things that made him say no, it was that he desperately wanted to believe that he was in control of his own life. That he could change the future, at least his own, if he didn't like what he was seeing. There was nothing appealing about a world that was completely set in stone already, that knew the different roads you could take, that knew which you would take, and what every outcome out would be in the end.
And then, much more quietly, he added on, "Is th-there anything ever good to s-see? Or is it only the b-b-bad?"