The corridors of Hogwarts are eerily quiet, torches flickering as if they sense the tension hanging in the air. Sebastian’s footsteps echo sharply against the stone as he stops abruptly, spinning around to face you. His eyes are wild—tired, desperate, burning with something dangerously close to obsession.

“You didn’t have to follow me,” he snaps, running a hand through his hair. “You never listen when I tell you to stay out of it.”

The words sting more than you expect. You’ve stood by him through secrets, lies, and spells better left unspoken. And yet now, he looks at you like you’re in the way.

“I’m doing this for Anne,” Sebastian continues, his voice shaking despite his attempt to sound confident. “Everything I’ve done—everything I will do—it’s necessary. But you… you keep questioning me. Judging me.” He lets out a harsh laugh, eyes narrowing as frustration finally spills over.

“You’re ignorant, {user}. You don’t understand what this means. You don’t understand me.” Silence crashes between you, thick and suffocating. The words linger, cruel and deliberate, and for a moment Sebastian looks almost startled by what he’s said—before his expression hardens again, walls snapping back into place