Searching for answers

Sebastien stood at the beginning of the hall in which it's deputy headmaster's office still unsure if he wants to go in there or go back in the library. If he decides to knock on his door he was sure the Hayes would be in there, since well, since he tempted to go see him based on Keiran's schedule assuming he was still teaching Transfiguration as he used before. Although Keiran and Sebastien were at the same time during their schooling, even at the same house, well maybe they were on the same year too, but they have never met in person before.

However Sebastien met Aiden, Keiran's father, before about five years, and he didn't see him since then, so he thought he could pay a visit to the old man. He didn't suddenly became good and caring person, no, he hoped the older Hayes could help him with something. Aiden has been well known potions master, so if someone could find a cure for lycanthropy it would be him, and Bastien hoped he found it, because he needed one. His research ended without any results and he was desperate. He went on all the places he could think of, searched in all books he found, and although some of the books mentioned the possible cure, a recipe wasn't written in any of them.

He will try, he can't loose anything if he just go in there asking for his dad. He walked to the door listening the echo of his steps in the empty hall. After re-reading nameplates on the doors he knocked.

Keiran had gone out to St. Mungo's again that morning, grateful all over again for Khaat's willingness to help him take away the pain that the curse in his leg caused on a regular basis. In truth, it was working better as time went on, considering that every fix seemed to make the new round of pain a bit less. So it was one of the mornings when Keiran didn't have to use his cane to get around, and it was almost strange how used to using the cane he actually was. It felt odd, sometimes, to be without it. Not that he was complaining, of course.

After getting back to the grounds, he had gone to check on his babies, saying hello to Baldric, who was watching them with Ben. Then, his feet had carried him to the office on the sixth floor where most of his work was being done. He had to attend to the dragon situation in the afternoon, but until then he could catch up on what was happening at the Ministry.

That is, he would have done so were it not for the knock at his door, making him lift his head in slight surprise. He hadn't expected anyone, but he supposed it could have been Melissa or Theodore coming to see him. Pushing his chair back, Keiran stood and made his way across the surprisingly large office (considering he was only the Deputy Headmaster) to pull the door open. He was shocked to find Sebastien standing there, but he did his best to hide the fact.

"Hi, Sebastien," he greeted, trying to keep his tone light. "Come on in."

Pushing one hand into his pocket, he let the librarian enter before closing the door and stuffing the second hand into his other pocket. Passing back over to his desk, he waited until Sebastien sat in one of the chairs before leaning against the front of his desk, facing the other man. "What can I do for you?"

It was too late when O'Sullivan realized he didn't think of how to put put the things he wanted to say, and how to bypass things he wanted to avoid. Yes, he needed to contact Keiran's father about certain things but the idea of sharing these things with Keiran didn't thrilled him. However he doubted Keiran would tell him everything without knowing why does he need his father. Well, he wouldn't tell himself anything if he knew himself as superficially as Keiran knew him.

The real reason of his coming needs to remain hidden. Thought Sebastien doubted that the other man has anything against werewolves, if the rumors about him were true, he was still uncomfortable with telling someone the truth. The truth left him shieldless, and it might cause questions like how did he became one, and he left that part of his life 1156 kilometers away in Oslo and buried deep inside his mind, and he'd like to keep that way. Questions would only wake up the memories and turn his nightmares on again, seeing the marks on his skin everyday was just enough for him.

After greeting with quiet 'Morning.' Sebastien entered the office. He let himself a quick glance around the room. Fire was just lit up in the fireplace, he guessed while he watched orange, reddish and yellow flames that were licking the cordwoods - he must've just came here.
The cabinet hasn't changed much since the last time he was here and that was long time ago. Thought he couldn't bet on it, the last time he was here he was just a bored student who was punished and his punishment was sorting out the mails that school needed to send. It was one tiresome experience and the only thing he remembers was itching he felt in his fingers that wanted just to peek in the book on the nearest shelf if nothing more. The shelf was still here, as well as some of the books are too but today he felt nothing. Not even a single itch, he just returned his gaze to met Keirans.

"I'm writing a book" he started guessing it wouldn't be uncommon for librarian to actually write something "and to finish it I need to speak with your father. So I wondered if you could help me to find him since I've sent him at least five owls and he still hasn't answered me. It's odd."