It was still cold in the dungeons in the morning. A breeze that had no doubt seeped through the walls from the Black Lake danced across Sevastian’s bare back that morning. The buttercup and coal covers had fallen down around his waist leaving his pale back exposed and so when the air cut across his skin, he began to stir. It was a slow process at first; he gave a small moan and rolled over onto his back. His hand reached up and he scratched a patch of skin underneath his breast bone before falling back into slumber land once more; where he was unreachable until another bout of air tickled his skin. This time, Sevastian gave a louder moan and rolled over once more; though the difference this time was that his eyes flickered open.
He heard the chatter of his dorm mates and he looked over to see Eric, Liam, Ricky and Graham playing cards. It looked as if Eric and Liam were on the same team from the way Liam was slumped against the former’s chest. He was the first one to see Sevastian awake and he smiled and waved lightly before reaching forward and flipping a few chips onto the pile in the middle of the boys.
Sevastian rose soon after and took a shower after giving a few pointers to Ricky who had set himself up to lose the hand. Sevastian emerged some ten minutes later to find that Ricky had lost the last hand and the one before that when Sevastian had left him. With a smile, Sevastian gathered up his books, his runes and his wand before pushing his feet into his shoes and wishing the boys a good day.
Sevastian was on course for the Entrance Hall. He had decided he’d skip lunch today. He was intent on finding a good place to study out on the grounds and maybe even peruse the newspapers he’d picked up in the Common Room. However, when he got down into the Entrance Hall, he found his cousin – Cecilia.
Now, Sevastian’s opinion of Cecilia had always been better than his opinion of Elijah who, from Sevastian’s point of view, seemed far too self-serving for his own good. Sev liked Cecilia because she was a little more pure of heart than her brother – and she was far more innocent. Thankfully they were the same age – a rare feat considering many of his first cousins were either older or younger than him. To think that he had a third cousin the same age was something of a relief. It was also a relief to see her and he stopped before her, a light smile on his face. Perhaps, he thought, I’ll bid her good morning before I enter the grounds.
“Good Morning, Cecilia.” Sevastian cried happily, his smile widening. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked at her happily, mirth lighting up his face. “I’m just heading out into the grounds,” He informed her. “Are you heading to breakfast?” He inquired, quirking an eyebrow at her.
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