* @eternl asked .
“It's cruel, isn't it? For me to still think of you as one of my closest friends.”
“Yes.”
He took no time to think about his answer, his hands idle in swirling the left over coffee in his cup. A table sat in between them in the sitting area that was sectioned right before his office. The moments of trying to push Lysandre out the door the moment he steps in are long gone, worn out by the constant bickering, it was time for him to turn key and be friendly. But there was no denying any longer, this Lysandre was still a stranger to him. It left the Professor wondering, who was this cruelty for? Him or Lysandre?
“Do you miss your Sycamore?”







