I'd Go Black and Blue || Sebby & Jim
It was Monday morning and Sebastian was on his way to his History of Magic class. It was the only lesson of the day and then he'd be pretty much free; which was nice. He hadn't heard from Jim, so maybe he'd have some time to himself to actually study a bit...maybe.
As he approached the threshold of the classroom, a smaller student caught his wrist and shook him. His attention was immediately on the boy and he saw it was a Slytherin. Alarm bells and his hackles were raised in a second. "Y-you're, um, y-you-you're.."
"I'm, what?" Sebastian pulled his wrist out of the grasp of the younger boy and eyed him; the height difference probably looking ridiculous to everyone else. Still, the kid looked terrified.
"You're S-s-s-seb-bbbb-Sebastian M-m--" He stuttered, voice failing him.
"Sebastian Moran, yeah. I'm Sebastian." The Hufflepuff tilted his head and, against his better judgement, the older boy crouched and let his bag slip from his shoulder. "What's wrong?" He looked into the boy's face as the other's skin turned white as a sheet.
"I-it's, ummm, it's J-jim, you have to come...quick!" And the boy grasped onto Sebastian's shirt collar and crumpled the material in his small hand.
"Mister Moran," the professor appeared at the door and Seb glanced up. "You'll be late in precisely 22 seconds...21...20..." The figure loomed until it was obvious the Hufflepuff wasn't going to move. "If I see that you're late anymore, it'll be Housepoints from Hufflepuff."
"Like I care about stupid Housepoints." He pretty much growled under his breath, turning back to the other student as he eased back to his full height and pulled his bag back onto his shoulder. "Lead the way, kid."
They walked for a little while, the voice at the back of Seb's mind telling him that things were okay; that Jim probably wasn't hurt and this was one of his stupid jokes that they'd laugh about later. Yet, as the kid slowed and pointed up the hall to one wall, Sebastian knew it couldn't be good. Thanking the kid with a ruffle of the hair, the Hufflepuff moved up and pulled out his wand.
Now, if he could remember the order of the stones. Yet, apparently, he didn't need to. As soon as he was about to tap out what he thought to be the rhythm, the bricks moved aside. Stepping through, thinking how long it'd been since he'd been up here, Sebastian moved up the stairs quickly.
"Jim-" Lifting his head, hair flopped over his eyes, Sebastian immediately dropped his bag; the books heavy now, and crossed the small space to the bed. On it, sat Jim Moriarty; beaten and bruised. His face was bluing and the purples against his pure skin were a sight to see. Sebastian swallowed and crouched, hands not touching - but ghosting - at the Slytherin's jawbone; head tilting to analyse.
His breath caught and he bit the inside of his cheek as he noticed the word - apparently burned into Jim's throat. It looked like it needed to be cleaned, all of it and Sebastian willed his body to move back to his bag. Because, being as accident - well trouble - prone as he was, the boy always carried a few antiseptic things, bandages and the like. Of course, he was okay at healing spells but not exactly great. He was better at causing magical harm than healing it magically.
As he rummaged, face down-turned into his bag, looking for several things to lay out on the bed, Sebastian managed to ask a brief and serious; "who did this?"
