Will two enemies ever put aside their differences and solve the mystery plaguing Hogwarts, and perhaps, the one in their hearts? Only time will tell.
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10 | The Vanishing Letter
Sebastian's Perspective
Never thought I'd say this but today's Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson was boring me to hell. Professor Hecat had deemed it necessary we needed a full class spent on magical theories before moving into other advanced spells.
Considering how last class had ended, albeit with some burnt hairs and two specific students going to detention, it was much more exciting than this one.
With my cheek propped on one hand, I lazily tapped my quill with my other hand on an opened page depicting vampires and some other creatures.
I sighed and adjusted my posture on my seat, trying to listen intently to the lesson. Everyone else looked enamoured, but I was itching for some hands-on practice.
It was often what I did in my sixth year when I wasn't at Hogwarts. I'd learn from the textbooks but I'd go out into the real world and try to practice spells on my own.
It was how I met Lila inside a forest in the Highlands during my self-taught practices. She'd found herself in a precarious situation with some trolls and I had no choice but to help.
She was what I needed at the time. I had felt so lost and alone, despite Anne and Ominis who kept me company sometimes. But Lila provided a new sense of understanding for me that no one else had since...
Since someone.
I hated thinking of her. Belle Darcy. I'd wasted too much time on her already.
I let out another sigh which quickly turned into a yawn. I blinked away my sleepiness by moving on my seat again. My lack of sleep wasn't helping my case, a weird dream that made no sense plaguing me.
No matter how much I tried to find some nonsense symbolism with that dream, I couldn't. I craved to tell someone about it.
Weird dreams were a normal thing for me but Anne was sick of hearing them. Ominis just looked at me like I was mad. Then again, maybe it was because he didn't dream. Or did he? Matter of fact, did blind people dream?
"What's up with you, today?" Lila whispered beside me, shaking me out of those thoughts. She'd noticed my restlessness.
I scribbled some notes on parchment for distraction while I answered her, "Just tired."
"You're always tired these days," she teased. "It's something else though, isn't it?"
My heart started beating in erratic rhythms. I fiddled with my Slytherin tie for a bit to buy me some time to answer her. I wasn't sure if it was even something I should tell her. Such a ridiculous thought.
