"I've shown you time and time again," Bastian Crowe Jr -- Bas, for you -- exasperated. He lowered his wand, his fingers curled around the hilt as he tapped the table with the tip. "Three simple words." He ambled closer, crossing the clearing with three languid strides.

It was late after curfew, and he was teaching you Occlumency in the hidden cradle of the Forbidden Forest. Bastian smiled subtly, amused, before lifting your chin with the tip of his wand. "Absolute. Mental. Control."