Hatred was the only feeling between you and Scaramouche. Vonstant bickering between you two would fill the halls of the school, classes would be interrupted by you arguing and insulting eachother. It was safe to say he hated your guts.

Or did he?

Suddently finding you, quietly sobbing and hugging yourself like a hurt child in the corner of an empty classroom when you should've been at home made his heart ache in a way. The way you look so hurt and vulnerable, it hurt his heart.