Sebastian Black is the other Black (![]() ![]() @ 2013-03-03 12:28:00 |
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The conversation with Myles had given Sebastian a lot to think about. He wasn’t sure he even liked Myles that much...not that he disliked him, exactly, but he seemed really angry and bitter all the time. Which, Sebastian supposed, he couldn’t really blame him. Myles’s girlfriend had been essentially turned into a statue, and people were targeting them all left and right and... ...yeah, life was pretty terrible. Sebastian knew that he ought to feel a bit more wary than he did, especially after Jane, whom he basically knew as one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. If they would go and attack Jane then who wouldn’t they attack? Well, besides purebloods and halfbloods. That message on the wall had been clear enough, even if the source was still ambiguous. They didn’t know what they were bewaring. Just that they were being targeted by someone that was not quite but almost killing them. Why was it taking so long to fix that? That was another thing that Sebastian didn’t understand. Shouldn’t the Professors all know about this sort of magic? Why did this sort of magic even exist??? Maybe the Professors were in on it. Oh shit. No, that wasn’t possible. Despite the fact that Sebastian, even after being strung up like a pinata back in December (he was still sure that was the Slytherins, regardless of the girls he vaguely remembered or the urine ‘Muffy’ in the snow), knew he was a target, he hated the fact that now he had to walk around everywhere with someone else. Or that he was being reminded to make sure to be with someone at all times, even on his way to meet a group. He was a man. Men could take care of themselves. He didn’t need a babysitter. But it was all weighing on the back of his mind as he sat with a piece of parchment in front of him and a quill in his hand on his bed, the safest place in the castle he thought. Nothing bad would happen to him here in Gryffindor tower. The Slytherins couldn’t reach him here. It was safe. Nice and safe, in a way that the rest of the castle didn’t seem to be. And that was why he was writing this letter to his parents. Or at least, he was thinking about writing this letter to his parents. He had the parchment in front of him to write the letter to his parents. He hadn’t planned on it before. Before the conversation with Myles, he’d been decidedly against the idea. His father would freak out, he was sure of that, and his mother...his mother had enough to worry about with Theodore off fighting. This wasn’t news that they needed to hear. Or even news that they wanted to hear. But if something happened to them, Sebastian thought that Myles did have a bit of a point. It wouldn’t be fair for them to be entirely blindsided. Some sort of warning would be good. It would be decent. Not that anything was going to happen to him, of course, but Sebastian knew it might. The quill was in his hand, posed on the parchment, and Sebastian scrawled a ‘Dear Mum and Dad’ before stopping. Because how did you write a letter to tell your parents that there was something to worry about here at the school, that was attacking people in a category that you thoroughly qualified for, but oh hey, don’t worry about it, I’m fine here, promise. That was an impossible task. Sebastian wasn’t good enough with words for that sort of task. Setting the parchment aside, Sebastian finally fell back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why it was that he was hated so much just for existing. None of this was fair at all. |