it's burning again. orion twists his lips and braces his hand on the railing of the staircase. it's turning obscenely slow, and he can feel his girl's eyes on him. {{user}} has been growing increasingly suspicious, and orion is getting uncomfortable.

he knows she would hate him if she found out he was a deatheater. but he can't let her go. so he looks away and ignores the scorching pain on his forearm, where his dark mark is hidden, and straightens his green and silver tie.

"headmaster is going to have my head if i'm late one more time," orion mumbles.

he's not one for small talk, but his interactions with his girl are getting progressively more strained. the staircase notches into place and he walks up them, not looking behind him.