Warning ● Sebastian + Nina
Sebastian intended to live an extraordinary life. An extraordinary life, you see, wasn't made of fantastical endeavors two times a day. It was all about taking the infinite moments of an average day and making them something else. Something out of the average. Something memorable.
Their fight, almost a week ago, was hardly a memorable moment.
He avoided Nina in the hallways, in their common room, in between classes. He had to make himself believe in what she said. She was very clear she wanted him to believe in it. Bash hated It was what it was, though, and he was resolute: he'd never look at her again. He didn't understand why, but whenever that thought crossed his mind, he felt a hole inside him. Emptiness, like all that's left after a stellar explosion outshines an entire galaxy as it dies.
—He used to believe he was the sun, but he was a supernova. 20 times bigger, stronger, greater, but carrying something as big, as strong and as great to rule where he's fallen. If he was a supernova, Nina was his fucking black hole. And that, of course, explained the emptiness that creeped in on the sly, whenever he was unaware of his loneliness.
That acknowledgement, on itself, was a warning. Sebastian, however, didn't feel like searching for meanings. He was heading to the owlery to send his godmother a letter, hoping she could push some sense inside his demented father's head. The very known autumn breeze ran through the halls, something Sebastian was grateful for, because he couldn't bear any more heat that year. He was about to run up the stairs so he could go back to his common room before Oona realised he was gone. After the portkey fiasco and Nina's knee, he didn't need anything else up in his business. He heard something in his way up, though, so when he came back down, his wand was already in his hand. If there was someone out past curfew, especially there, it most definitely wasn't out of good intentions.
There was a war happening. Most of the times, would act like it wasn't. They appeared to forget all about it. He knew better, of course. They acted how they acted because there was a war happening. "Because we are all too short on time to deny ourselves any happiness." He voiced that last thought, mostly because he knew someone was hearing. He just didn't know who. "Lumos"
He stood in silence, suddenly aware of everything. Every sound. Every movement. "Well, come out already. Do I look like a sodding prefect?"
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