SHADOWS OF SORROW [S.S]

9 - In the Shadow of London

"Ominis, you're blind not deaf. You can't act like you don't hear me." Sebastian buttoned up the vest of his suit in front of the mirror, watching his still angry best friend staring at the canopy above his bed, clenching his jaw instead of answering. Sebastian only sighed at that, grabbing his robe from the chair on the desk and putting it on in one swift motion. "You can't be angry forever..." He wasn't good at admitting he was at fault, but he was even worse at apologizing when he knew he was in fact in the wrong. Ominis only turned around, his back facing Sebastian as if to tell him watch me. He could be angry forever. "I know we agreed to keep it a secret. Anne would be just as mad as you are right now, but do you know what we also agreed on? Every student that asks for help, receives it. You don't even know what she is capable of Ominis. You don't have a single clue who she is!" Sebastian's hands dramatically flew through the air with his growing rage, only realizing he was defending Amaya when it was already too late. "Well, you told me a million times how much you hate her and how she thinks she is better than everyone. So how good of a human could she possibly be? Did she hex you or something?!

Sallow took a moment as his friend said that, sitting up in his bed. Did she put a hex on him? It definitely wasn't normal to despise someone this much but still not being able to resist them the moment they got closer than a few feet. "Impossible. She isn't the one taking advantage of me... I am using her." Ominis froze, not believing what Sebastian just said. "What do you mean by that?" Sallow pressed his lips together, not daring to say another word. He already said too much and even if Ominis was his best friend, he knew he would stop him as soon as his plans laid open on the table. "Sebastian. What do you mean you're using her?" The blonde one was quick to stand up, intending to be intimidating but his friend just stood up to his full height, ignoring the dominance in his voice. "What does it matter? You don't know her." - "Well but that is beside the point. If you threaten to hurt someone the way you just said you might, I will not let you off the hook that easily. What is it you are using her for?" It didn't happen often that Ominis chose to walk somewhere without his wand, but the confidence his steps to meet Sebastian had, would have let you think otherwise. Sallow still kept his lips sealed, not daring to breathe, remembering who was actually standing in front of him. Ominis Gaunt, the Descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Parselmouth and probably the most influential student at this school. "Tell me what the fuck you're plotting!" Ominis got a hold of his friend's robe, clenching the fabric in his fist to pull Sebastian closer.

Sallow's jaw clenched under the pressure of his rage and contemplation, loosening a heavy sigh after some time. "She possesses a very rare kind of magic. She ripped a Troll into shreds with a single spell back at the Hogsmeade attack. When she got her wand, the whole High Street was filled with the light of a thousand suns Ominis. She is powerful... Very powerful and we both know it is power that I need. To save Anne."

"I've been to the kitchen... I don't know if you really want to eat that meat." Amaya had to suppress a gag at the memory of the House elf, stomping on the raw piece of meat with his bare feet. It haunted her for at least two nights but probably more if thinking of it every time she was to attend breakfast or dinner counted as well. "What do you mean?" Cressida proceeded to shovel everything that was on her plate into her mouth as if someone was to steal her food the moment she would pause for a second. "Never mind... Guess it can't be as bad if you inhale it as fast as a niffler grabs gold." She laid her head down on her crossed arms on top of the dining table, feeling like the last few days didn't allow her a single moment of peace. Not even in her sleep because everything that she has been seeing or especially fighting during the day, she had to meet again in her dreams. Trolls, Poachers, Ashwinders and Loyalists, Spiders, and those Fighting Arenas... A chill went down her spine, jolting her up to look around the table again. "Are you alright? You seem a little out of it these days." Amaya felt Imelda's burning stare at those words, both of them recalling their conversation in the dormitory... it probably didn't help to have all those blooming bruises on her neck. "I don't get a lot of sleep lately." Was there even an answer that wasn't silently begging for Imelda to interpret it as Sebastian and Amaya spending their time together in whatever way? Preferably close to one another but Imelda wouldn't even let herself think that far ahead. The images would never leave her memory...