Song- Cool about it: Boygenius
"I need your help, friend."
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December had thirty-one days. We spent just three of those with Anne in Feldcroft, and I spent twenty-nine without Sebastian. But there was only one person I spent the entire thirty-one with.
There were twenty-eight days without Anne, but there were only twenty unreceipted letters, only twenty that were ever written. There were eight days unaccounted for, eight days that broke a promise to Anne that we would write to her everyday. They were the eight days that didn't feel right to document, eight days that we had forgotten to write.
Dear Anne,
This marks day one I think.
I suppose this is me making good on my promise to write to you everyday. We made it back to the castle, Sebastian isn't here.
"Ominis, we need to find him. What if he's hurt or he needs us? I thought he'd be back this morning." The unwanted mumble on my last sentence let my hope down dramatically. Wherever Sebastian was, was somewhere that was allowing him to wallow in the pits of grief and pain that had come from knowing he was about to lose Anne.
Ominis took a long pause, one that felt a little too long, and the Great Hall did little to hide our discomfort as the untouched breakfasts seemed to highlight how my bones protruded out too much, and Ominis' silence seemed to make the other students vanish to leave just us.
"Madeleine, don't be upset with me, he was here this morning. He's fine, he just seemed-" A small piece of my heart was relieved that Ominis hadn't informed me of Sebastian's appearance. If he had, the little sphere of peace I had bundled in my hands would've cracked, and I desperately needed to keep the precious cradle safe.
"Seemed what?" If Sebastian was here, that meant he wasn't hurt, but it also meant he didn't need us either. We had spent so much time praying that Sebastian hadn't needed us when he always had, and now that he didn't, it felt so cold.
"Tired, I suppose. All he asked was how Anne was, barely let me finish my sentence before he left again." Despite the caked snow on the windowpanes of every room in the castle, it felt as though Ominis and I had moved into summer whilst Sebastian had been left behind in winter with a mirage of Anne that wasn't really real.
He's not okay, Anne. This might break him. Ominis is trying to keep me from going completely insane, but something in the back of my mind just hurts.
The Gryffindor Common Room was a stranger to me, it had been since Sebastian. But I wondered now if it was right to say since Ominis. Whilst my bed had remained perfectly tucked into place, untouched for days, his pillow had held my head and his hands my tired tears every single night until the tears turned into smiles of his own creation.
"Can I-"
"You're already here." Ominis chuckled gently, his eyes not leaving the pages of another book with a million pages that his wand was navigating him through. A faint smirk pressed through his hesitance to show one, and I realised that Ominis wasn't reading to escape for once, he was just reading.
We're coping, we'll be okay, I think.
- Madeleine
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Dear Anne,
This must mark day eight.
We haven't heard from you since we left Feldcroft. I hope you're okay. I know you'll worry about us otherwise, so here it goes:
YOU ARE READING
The Keepers' Evil
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