Evoke (Sebastian Sallow)

It's a date

"YOU KILLED HER!" Sebastian yelled
"Killed her? No, see I took away her pain like you wanted me too!" I pointed frantically at the girl
"Alora she's DEAD can't you see!" The boy screamed at me

I knelt down by the boy holding her body in his arms. She was so still, so quiet. I slowly went to move the hairs that covered the top of her forehead.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" He spat at me
"But Sebastian I didn't mean, I thought I was helping her?" I said confused

Sebastian's head lifted up as he met my gaze, the eyes that once looked at me with love were now ice cold, laced with hatred.

"You've done enough Alora." He said sternly

"Aloraaaa"
"Aloraaa"
"Alora!"

"ALORA WAKE UP!"

My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright, my skin damp with sweat. My entire body felt overheated, my breathing uneven as I tried to steady myself. Blinking a few times, I took in my surroundings, my vision adjusting to the dim light. Imelda was beside me, her expression twisted with concern. She must have been trying to wake me for a while.

"Oh, thank Merlin! I thought you'd never wake up. Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

"Yeah... just a bad dream," I muttered, though my voice lacked conviction.

"You're telling me. You were thrashing around—are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," I insisted, rubbing my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Nearly six in the morning."

I groaned, flopping back against my pillow. There was no way I was getting up this early on a weekend.

"I need more sleep if I'm going to be of any use today," I mumbled.

"Got plans?"

"I told Sebastian I'd help him with History of Magic in the library later," I explained, stifling a yawn. "Can't afford to be half-asleep for it."

Imelda hesitated, then smirked. "History of Magic? But isn't he—"

I turned my head to look at her. "What?"

"Nothing," she giggled, shaking her head.

I narrowed my eyes but was too tired to press her. She climbed back into her own bed, and soon, the room fell quiet again. I let out a slow breath, willing myself to relax. Whatever that dream was... I'd deal with it later. For now, I just needed sleep.

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After finishing lunch, I made my way to the library to meet Sebastian. A dull ache lingered in my head from last night, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. The castle was unusually quiet this Saturday afternoon—most students either lounged in their common rooms or ventured outside for the day, leaving the corridors nearly empty.

As I walked, my stomach twisted with unease. I hadn't seen Sebastian since the kiss, and I had no idea how to act around him now. Would he pretend it didn't happen? Would I? Part of me wanted to get closer to him, but I couldn't. Not now. Not when things were this dangerous.

The library greeted me with its familiar silence, the scent of parchment and old books thick in the air. The only person in sight was Scribner at her desk, eyes flicking up at me briefly before returning to her paperwork. But where was he?

The sound of my footsteps echoed as I moved deeper into the room. The faint rustling of paper and the soft clink of glass caught my attention. I followed the noise, weaving through the towering shelves.