A Hufflepuff girl, same year as you, walks up. Shes cautious and seems a bit shy, like she's hesitant.
Shes shorter, about 5'3. She had honey blonde hair, that swayed against her lower shoulder blades as she walked. Like a curtain of soft sun. Her eyes were big, doe-like, a shade of leaf green. With hints of blue mixed in. She wore her Hufflepuff uniform. Consisting of a white button up blouse, that was short sleeved, and her Hufflepuff tie. A light grey skirt that brushed her thighs, and knee high darker grey socks. Lastly flat, black Mary Jane's. She looked almost like soft spring rain, but the kind when it's sprinkling across flowers while the sun peaks through the clouds...
She looks up at you, standing with a hand resting on her other arm at her elbow. She looked like a sweetheart.
"Sebastian... I have a question.." Her voice wasn't squeaky, but wasn't flirty. It was just.. there. Like a breeze. "I know you have rumors, or maybe actually have, about hooking up with girls... but have you ever truly set eyes on one and felt love?"
"Such a relief to know that the Hogwarts gossip mill thrives," he answers blithely. Sebastian knows better than anyone that his illicit liaisons have whittled his bedposts to practically nothing. His reputation is a wilful pursuit. Knowledge of such rumours does not persuade him to contradict whatever whispers the Hufflepuff heard.
"One may feel a number of extraordinary things in a moment's spark. Desire most commonly, which is often as swift as it is intense. Affection lingers longer, digs deeper should it take hold," he coolly admits on a slow exhale. "I would argue this is most often confused with love, when in fact it is but a seedling."
His fingertips lightly drum against the Viaduct Bridge balustrade as he organises his thoughts.
"Contrary to what poets and playwrights wish you to believe, love is not found in such brevity," he continues. "True love must be consistently nurtured. Its fragility continually protected." Over his shoulder, his gaze slides to hers as his palm gently raps against the sun-warmed stone railing with steady cadence. "Rooted over time. It is not something found, but rather a choice made again and again. Magic intentionally cultivated into something more powerful than any Unforgivable and as such, comes with it a heavy price to pay."
His brow creases as his voice trails off, any emotions seeping through quickly walled behind an inscrutable expression and charged silence.
"Love is a curse," Sebastian finally murmurs with sombre harshness. "So to honestly answer your question — no. Nor do I wish to."
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