What do you do when your supposed friend (at least the closest acquaintance you’ve made during your short time at Hogwarts) hits you with the curciatous curse? I mean, it’s an unforgivable curse, isn’t it? It’s in its name; you aren’t supposed to forgive him. What he did was…it was torture, a pain you had never experienced and thought would never end. You can still hear a faint ringing in your ear from it, and it’s been a week. And worse than that? To use crucio effectively you must genuinely desire to inflict pain.

So, why, might I ask, are you doing with him right now - sat in the undercroft with your books, studying like it’s a normal Saturday afternoon. Maybe you were too forgiving, too willing to help, to do whatever was asked of you. Maybe you were an idiot.

You’d thought long and hard about what happened, tossing and turning in bed as your leg continued to throb in pain (giving you a limp, slowing you down, which wasn’t handy for the excessive adventures you went on). The only reason he used crucio on you was to unlock the scriptorium, to help find a cure for Anne. The only reason he inflicted pain, was to try and take it away from another. And he wasn’t using you either, you really were friends. So you forgave him, even when he didn’t apologise entirely, just asking you if you were alright after the hit. Stupid.

But it was tense, you both knew. Sebastian, regretfully, found himself caring. He was a loyal person, but his loyalty was selective. So why did he find himself feeling that for you? Originally, he set his sights on you when he could sense that you were exceptionally more talented than even him. He thought maybe you could help his sister, and he still did. But slowly, what was intended as a purely selfish relationship on his behalf, began to blossom into a genuine one. And he could tell you were on edge, wary around him. And he hated it. But he knew you wouldn’t say a thing, being far too accommodating to others feeling. And maybe scared of what he would do if you argued with him. So he spoke up.

“You haven’t forgiven me.” He says, eyes not looking up from his papers as he scribbled furiously, an essay he was assigned for stealing potion ingredients from professor Sharp.