Set in an alternate version of the Wizarding World, Y/N is an ex-triwizard champion, now Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Durmstrang. She must accompany her students the next tournament hosted in Mahoutokoro. Luckily, she won't be alone: h...
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✯SEOKJIN✯
Was it happening again? As the others left the room, and Taehyung had appeared to collect Jungkook, they were finally alone in the headmaster’s office. Seokjin faced him immediately.
"I think it's starting again, Namjoon..." he gasped, unable to control his anxiety - he'd been holding on as the others were there, but he could finally let go a little.
"What do you remember, exactly?"
"We went out to buy clothes, then before leaving... I don't know, we wanted to get a drink. Then we were there." He didn't remember proposing that place, come to think of it, he didn't even remember the way there... he just knew something was wrong as he noticed people around them were missing.
"Yoongi said that Jungkook and Y/N said you wanted to go there, so they followed." Namjoon invited his friend to sit down, Seokjin's hands were shaking, he could barely sit still.
"See, it's happening again. I told you." He pointed at Namjoon's desk, angrily shouting, "I told you it's him. He's alive. You were standing there and told me it couldn't be--" It was happening, again.
This wasn't the first time he'd been manipulated by his brother... Seok-jun had always been naturally gifted in Legilimency - especially with Seokjin, his twin. That's why Seokjin had always stayed out of his way - he knew how easy it had already been in the past to be manipulated, to have ideas dropped in his mind by his sibling...
"Someone else could have used an imperiatus curse on you," Namjoon interrupted, grabbing his hands and gently pressing them down on Seokjin's knees.
"Then check,” he looked at Namjoon's wand and pointed at it with his expression, "Check to see if I was jinxed. Please."
Namjoon sighed, but he didn't contradict his friend. His wand on his friend's chest, he silently verified if any curses had been used on him - but there was no trace of a direct jinx,
"I told you." Seokjin stood up again, grasping at his hair, stroking his hair, pulling them. He was panicking. His heartbeat was all he could hear and feel. He felt hot, cold sweats started dribbling down his forehead. Namjoon stood quickly behind him, trying to calm him. What if it really was Seok-jun?
"... facing that individual, made me think of him. They have the same presence, the same stance..." Namjoon admitted, unwillingly, "I saw him die, Seokjin. It's not your brother... how could he have survived?" he seemed sure of it.
Seokjin was furious: "Others have survived far worse," he growled, "I know it's him. Namjoon. I know it. I can feel he's alive. He could have implanted that thought into you. You're not flawless."
His fists shaking, he angrily punched the top of Namjoon's desk. Namjoon approached him slowly, placing his hand on his shoulder, his hand going up and down, following Seokjin's heavy breathing.
