revenant || sebastian sallow.

PROLOGUE.

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"Well it wasn't easy. But I believe in you, Sebastian. I've had a sense about you since that first day in Defense against the Dark Arts." I said looking at Sebastian with a sorrowful look. 

"Seems so long ago. Thank you. I have no idea what's to come, but I am grateful for your friendship." He replied, his face molding into one full with regret and uncertainty. 

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It had been since our fifth-year since I had last spoken to Sebastian Sallow. Something had been left empty in me when we had our last conversation in the Undercroft. Despite having high hopes of continuing my friendship with Sebastian, he had left me undeniably disappointed upon the following days, weeks, and months that followed. 

No matter how many times I had tried to spark up a conversation, or simply say hello to him, Sebastian would ignore me. Whether that be speeding past me in the corridors or avoiding me all together, of this, I was certain,

Sebastian had used me for my ancient magic, and was left disappointed when I couldn't heal Anne.

It was a disheartening realization, but I knew Sebastian cared deeply about curing his sister, so in retrospect, I also would've done anything to save her, even if it meant using someone. Even if my mind pleaded me to give him a pass, or some sort of excuse for his actions, it still hurt. 

Him and I had spent the entirety of fifth-year together. Traveling places and defeating foes together, but yet, it hadn't deterred him from acting like none of it ever happened. I had my regrets, my questions, and I felt I never had the chance to get closure from the horrid events that occurred during it all. I knew Sebastian had it worse than me, but I wished he would've given me the opportunity to be there for him. 

In the time I got to know Sebastian, I knew he didn't fancy showing his vulnerability to others, much less break down in a moment of hardship. Sebastian simply wasn't like that.

I knew thinking about him wouldn't change anything. Seventh-year was about to begin and I for one needed to focus on my studies, not a boy who couldn't give less of a care for me. 

Sebastian had disappeared for the entire sixth-year. Nobody knew where he had gone or what he was doing. Ominis and I grew closer during that time, eating lunch together, and speaking about things no one else dare mentioned. Ominis knew what had conspired fifth-year and no one else quite understood me like he did. 

In a way, Ominis was my way of proving Sebastian was real at all. That he wasn't some fever dream.

"Millicent, you mustn't become distracted at the start of this year alright? This one counts the most." Ominis said snapping me out of my previous dissociation whilst we sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

I sighed and rubbed my temples, in attempt to wake up a bit more. "You're right. I apologize." I responded.

Ominis pointed his blinking wand towards me as if to sense me somehow.

"Millicent.." He paused before turning away again and grabbing a piece of bread from his plate. "He isn't coming back." He said flatly as he took a bite. His face stayed blanked, as if to show he also felt upset about this fact, but he wouldn't say it aloud.

"I-I know." I looked down at my hands on my knees, my fists clenched together. "Ominis, don't you ever wonder where he is? How he's doing?" I say quietly.