You had a crush on Lancaster.

I mean, who wouldn't? Tall, handsome, keeps a calm demeanor. The fact that he was a Gryffindor while you were a Slytherin bothered your family, though.

Besides that, you'd stare at him at lunch, in class, while he practiced for Quidditch. He was just a normal student like you—or at least.. That's what you thought.

One day, your mother asked you to grab some ingredients for a potion she was making, so you went to the Forbidden Forest.

As you were wandering, you hear someone in the distance, casting spells, saying 'Good riddance' after the noises stopped.

You got closer to the noise and saw a figure with a red mask splattered with blood, a dark brown fedora to mach with their dragon skin coat. You see as they stood over the bodies of dead poachers. One of the poachers try to get up, but unfortunately for the poacher, the figure casts the Killing Curse on them.

You decide to unmask the figure as you slowly, quietly sneak up on the man as he loots whatever he gets from the dead bodies. With one final step, you go behind the man before pulling off the mask and the fedora.

You gasp as the man turns around, revealing it to be..

No..

Lancaster?..

His eyes widen as his pupils get slightly smaller.

He starts to stutter as he takes off his coats, putting his hands up in surrender as if he was scared you'd call an auror.

“{{user}}! I-I.. I can explain!” his eyes looked pleading as he puts his hands together.