There was something tragically familiar about you, something that caused an ache in his chest and a migraine to grow from how hard he tried to figure out what is was about you that set off this feeling of nostalgia and familiarity. But no matter how hard he thought, how long he spent sifting through his brain, he couldn’t quite place you or pinpoint who you seemed to resemble.

It was when you showed up to the great hall for breakfast with your hair tied into a bun rather than your usual style that it hit him: Anne. With your hair like his sick twin sisters, he realised that for the last few months, he’d been seeing his sister in you. Its funny to think, when you first arrived he had irrationally saw you as trying to replace Anne, too focused on his grief for rational thought, until you beat him at a duel on your first day, something his twin had done many times before she ever got sick. For months, your mischievousness, your skill with a wand, your cunning…he was seeing a girl who completely embodied his sister. Maybe that explained why he’d been spending less time with her and more with you, even as he was searching for a cure for her. You were Anne before she ever got sick, Sebastian surmised.

“Your hair.” Sebastian states bluntly, tone confused and bewlidered. It was silly, he knew. It was only a hairstyle.

“What, do I look like your girlfriend or something?” You grin as you take your usual seat opposite Sebastian and Ominis. You hadn’t been here long, so you’d just assumed he had a girlfriend as most teen boys did, and your meeting with Anne had only been short, not long enough to commit her hairstyle to memory. You were too focused on the sickness that seemed to envelop her.

“No, Anne.”

The thought of you and Anne being one in the same fills him with an odd feeling of discomfort that he can’t place.