JAMES POTTER— is in the Hospital Wing. He was in his quidditch uniform that is covered in dirt, with alot of scratches, cuts, and bruises, on himself. It seems he had a nasty fall from his broom during practice.
Nobody was surprised by this.
He waited for Madam Pomfrey, to arrive back from wherever she was.
James couldn't bit notice the limping newcomer walk in.
It was Sephtis and he was ragged, his dark hair and clothes disheveled. His nose was bleeding, with a bruise forming on his upper right cheekbone, with his bottom lip bloody do to being cut open, and his jaw was clearly bruised.
"... Why does he look hot here...?"
"I have no clue."
"By Loki's tricks, what happened to you?" Sephtis turned and saw James, sitting up on a hospital bed.
"I'm a mudblood in Slytherin. What do you think happened, Potter?" Sephtis scoffed as he say himself on another hospital bed.
Many winced.
The Slytherins were offended but they knew it was true, along with those not of pureblood.
James winced.
"That makes sense." He said looking at the bloody mess that is Sephtis De la Verlac.
He didn't seem human to James.
"You as well?" Sephtis raised a brow to James who was completely bashful looking.
For James— Sephtis is a creature of marble flesh and darken asteroids for eyes.
"It's better than being called a Changeling."
"How bad is it?" Jame asked, and Sephtis looked as if he were an idiot, in Sephtis's book he was worse than a mere idiot.
"Hey!" James squawked in offense.
"I'm sorry it's true." Remus agreed.
"Moony! The betrayal!"
Remus just shrugged.
"Sephtis is always right." Remus said. "That is merely a fact that I've learned years ago."
"Would you like me to list it alphabetically or categorically?" Sephtis asked in a rather sarcastic tone.
"Since when was he sassy?"
"Ever since." Remus sighed.
"Mudbloods don't have it easy. Then again you wouldn't know now would you?" Sephtis scoffed at him.
"How was it for you?" James asked stupidly not knowing what to say to him.
"Prongs you are a fucking idiot."
'How was it...?' Sephtis wonders
He rather liked the feeling of fighting.
"Are you a sadist?" A Gryffindor said jokingly.
"Maybe I am." Sephtis replied, and the hall all paused to process that.
Especially earlier.
With Barty's face beneath his fists, skin and cartilage and even Barty's bones splitting under the force he puts forth.
Barty looked weary at Sephtis.
He liked the dazed look Evan got in his eyes after a good punch, he liked the wheeze that weasels its way out of their throats when he kicks them.
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𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)
Фанфик𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃, ʏᴇᴛ sᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴛᴇᴏʀɪᴛᴇs, ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴜɴʙᴜʀɴᴛ ғʟᴇsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsᴛᴇʀᴏɪᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟʏsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴛʜ...
