Aftermath ✧ Sebastian Sallow

chapter nineteen

Jesus Christ by Brand New

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Sebastian's Perceptive

Professor Sharp sat in front of us with narrow eyes. Dark eyes filled with disappointment as he looked over Garreth and me. The three of us sat in silence while awaiting our punishment. Madam Kogawa called the game for Gryffindor despite the illegal hit Garreth landed. And of course, the black eye that Garreth was now sporting was also an illegal hit that I landed. A fair trade. 

As soon as I landed the blow on Garreth, both of us were quickly grabbed by the professors and brought to the nearest classroom in the castle and away from the other students. 

Sharp took a deep sigh before finally speaking, "Which one of you is going to tell me what this is all about?"

Garreth and I both remained silent. 

"Miss Onai was kind enough to tell us about the exchange of words that were shared during the match. Do you need me to refresh your memories?" Sharp hissed. 

The silence from us was louder than any words that could be said. 

"I made a stupid joke. It wasn't funny and I'm sorry," Garreth finally spoke up. 

I was caught off guard. I looked over towards the ginger-headed boy, still in his red and gold uniform, the side of his face pointing towards me was slowly turning purple around his eye. 

Sharp piercing eyes looked over towards me for an explanation or perhaps he just wanted me to provide my own apology.

"I'm sorry I punched you, Weasley." I offered while looking down at the dried blood that covered my knuckles. 

Another heavy sigh from Sharp filled the room, "Is that all?"

Silently we both nodded. 

Professor Sharp's chair dragged against the stone floor as he pushed away from the desk and exited the room, "Stay put." He hissed before shutting the door behind him. 

The sound of voices of the other professors came from behind the closed door, clearly a debate was arising. It didn't matter what they decided. 

"Hey Sallow," Garreth attempted to whisper from the other side of the room, "I do mean it. I'm sorry."

"No, you aren't," I snapped. I didn't want a fake apology from Garreth.

Garreth's eye was red and purple around the edges, bruising towards his temple. It looked even darker than it should have next to his gingery hair. He looked annoyed as he leaned back into his chair. Leg bouncing uncontrollably like a child. 

"Can we just talk about it, man to man?" His pleaded, foot still tapping violently against the stone of the floor. 

"Why would I want to talk to you, Weasley?" I hissed. 

The door reopened behind us, this time it wasn't the dark discomfort of Professor Sharp, but rather the cheery green witch who walked gracefully towards us and found a desk in between to sit on top of. Professor Garlick sat elegantly on top of the desk, resting her head on her folded hands. A few flowers fell from her hat as she positioned herself. 

"Minster Sallow, Minster Weasley," Professor Garlick greeted with calmness as if we weren't just pulled apart from each other for fighting, "Is this about a girl?"