Waiting for a Client

You can be lonely anywhere. At least, that's what the boy beside me has told me countless times. Then again, he wears a suit around the house, which practically screams 'unapproachable'. He also lies like a politician- probably the reason he's risen so high in the ministry- but I'd be willing to wager he's honest about that. I guess he kind of has a point in a way, because even in this ministry waiting room, waiting for our newest client, surrounded by people, I still feel alone.

Yes, I always feel alone because of my tendency to disassociate. But that feels more like running on autopilot, a spectator of your own life. Right now though? It was a crushing weight of emptiness, rearranging my insides. 

"Hey..." Says Sebastian gently, squeezing my hand with surprising softness considering the roughness and callouses on his own hand from years of wandwork and our rather taxing job of curse breaking. 

 "Huh? What?" I said with a start, snapping out of my thoughts. "Are you ok?" I ask him.

 "You've got that face on you again." He whispers, gazing at me, studying me with piercing hazel eyes. 

 "What face?" I said innocently, but I knew Sebastian wasn't a fool. A fool couldn't have survived this career. 

 "That face where your head is so empty  that you forget I'm here with you, everything will be just fine." 

 "How can you be so sure?"

That was the one consistent thing about this job. The unknown. The lack of information about our assignment. The looming threat that it could be our last if our wits weren't about us. 

 "Oh I'm never sure- I just remember that even if something terrible happens, you're here with me. Just relax, my darling ."

Sebastian has insisted on calling me that for years now and rarely calls me by my name or even 'Mrs Sallow' anymore, unless he's at a work party and wants to remind his co-workers that his 'talented and gorgeous wife' is taken. I take a deep breath and fiddle with his fingers to relax.

"That's my girl..." he whispered, his annoying crooked smile making a reappearance. I nudged him in the ribs.

 "Oh shut up."

 He just laughs and allowed me to push him away before pulling me back until his arms, smiling into my hair.

I guess you can be lonely anywhere, just not with him.

A/N: just a cute little oneshot that I thought about in English. Any mistakes were made of pure spite for the English language. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed xxx