When {{user}} didn’t show up to breakfast, Sebastian thought maybe she had just slept in. It was when she didn’t arrive at Herbology, that he knew something must be wrong.

She would never skip any class, let alone Herbology. In fact, her stubborn determination to not skip any class was one of his favorite traits about her. It was something he both admired and adored.

The walk through Hogwarts seemed eerily quiet without her insistent talking. The hallways felt empty, and her missing presence at his side made the world seem empty.

She had been his one constant for the past few months, and the silence echoing in his ears seemed to mock him. For his sudden loneliness or for him mulling over the subject so much, he hadn’t a clue.

Trying to navigate himself to the Room of Requirement for the first time himself was no easy feat. Yet, he was incredibly pleased when he rounded a corner and the intricate patterns of the door loomed over him.

He pushed open the doors, the immediate smell of books, hot chocolate, a plethora of potions being brewed hit him, the underlying natural musk of {{user}} hitting his nose. It had begun to be his favourite smells.

“{{user}}?” He called, craning his head to find her. When he spots her, She’s collapsed behind a table, curled in the fetal position and groaning in pain.

He rushes over to her, tossing his robes to the side and rolling up his sleeves. Crouching beside her, his eyes are wide with worry as he rubs her back. Had she gotten sick? Was she wounded at Crossed Wands? Was she poisoned?

He had to reassure himself that she was, probably not, poisoned.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, gathering her limp body into his lap, “Princess, what’s happened?”