What if you decided not to turn him in? What if he has to stand trial anyway? And what if you get asked to be a witness?
Would you save him? Or wouldn't you?
For Sebastian Sallow, Eleanor - Ellie - has been through hell and back. She did it all for...
The song choice for this chapter is "The Way I Loved You" by Taylor Swift.
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Genevieve hates me.
I can't say I care.
I don't know what Imelda told her, but I don't think she likes me enough not to throw me under the bus. So, I'm sure Genevieve is under the impression I either blackmailed Imelda or made her look bad. Maybe she also assumes I told Imelda some lie. I don't know.
Like I said, I don't care.
After our first practice, I'm sure Imelda doesn't regret her decision. I played amazing. I was as fast as I had ever been and while I'd never admit it, I'm sure I would not've played this well if she had me on the team straight away and I wouldn't have had to fight for it.
After practice, we change, and my eyes flicker to Imelda and Sebastian a few times. It seems that they've sorted out their non-existent date problem and seem on good terms. How good, I don't know, but good anyhow.
Even though it doesn't concern me in the slightest, I do think about how much he's told Imelda. I don't think she knows about Anne (who makes a botanical garden out of my room, by the way), but I wonder how much Imelda knows about Solomon and everything that happened in the catacomb and before.
I do ask Ominis about it after practice and as a reply, he laughs at me. 'Nothing, likely. He may date her, but he's never trusted her.'
What a fun relationship to be in. I mean, what's Sebastian's basis for a good partner then? I can imagine a fun list.
1) Must be okay with me killing someone
2) Must be okay with me using the unforgivables (and forgive me)
3) Must find a cure for Anne (or at least help me with it)
I hate that I once checked all those boxes. What a mess.
I eat dinner alone after practice, as everyone else takes too long to shower and I am starving. I am on my third pastry when a voice says, 'May I join you?'
I look up from my plate and see Garreth standing next to me.
'You want to sit at the Slytherin table? Won't you be expelled from Gryffindor for this?' I ask and offer him a seat.
Garreth sits down and fills his plate with nearly everything in his reach. 'Well, I was sent over here by a Gryffindor actually. And I am to ask you a question. It's a question I already know the answer to, but when I tell you what it is, do you swear to at least not look too shocked, disgusted, scared, or amused? While I absolutely understand your incline to feel all of those emotions, maybe even at the same time, I would appreciate no one's feelings getting hurt.'
