Metathesiophobia

(OOC. As always, the title of the topic is rather horrible, but I don't know what else to write there. xd)

Sebastien O'Sullivan knew one thing for sure - he needed to do this. There's no other option, this was the only thing he could think off. As a person who always has not only plan B, but plans for every other letter too, he felt like he failed himself focusing all his energy into just that one option. That's why he couldn't fail. There is no time for that, not enough time for anything but for success. With every next day the full moon was closer. He couldn't do anything, just count the days that had passed, and that was what kills him the most. His helplessness.

If he could choose between between being stabbed to death and being a werewolf he wouldn't think a lot about his decision. Hell, maybe he would even offered his own knife, at least he knew his pocket knife was sharp so that wouldn't last long. This, this was pure torturing. From month to month. continuously. He just hoped Aiden could do something. If someone could do that that's Aiden, the old guy always had some idea. Hopefully he won't fail now. Not without a backup plan, and if he ignores the books they found in the Ministry, it was dead end. Even since he came back here and started his research he hasn't moved, not even an inch away from starting point. Sebastien spent all the time spinning around and tapping in the dark. That's why he needed Hayes' help.

Even his only plan has problems. Sebastien felt like Aiden disappeared in the Wonderland, just like Alisa. All the owls he sent him returned with letters still wrapped to their legs. Aiden Hayes never rejected to answer on any letter he sent him so far, even if he answered him just to tell him he's an idiot. The lack of response caused a glimmer of doubt in this ex-Slytherin's mind, so he chose different approach this time. Instead of the older Hayes, he'll contact his son, Keiran. While schooling they were in the same house and the same year, and now they were coworkers (not that Sebastien cared, though), well Keiran was kind of his superior.
Bastien knocked on his door than put his hand back into a pocket.

This is going to be interesting.

If there was something Keiran had been struggling with that school year, it was the fact that he had essentially been forced to relive the loss of his father. After spending time with his wife over the break and coming to understand why her the loss of her own father was so devastating for her, he had started taking all of his interpersonal relationships more seriously. After all, time was precious, and it had taken him until he was an adult to realize it.

So, when a knock came at the door, Keiran didn't ignore it as he might have done in the fall. Back when his memory was faulty, he had taken to his office in order to hide away from the problem, hoping that the next time he left, he would be walking back to Millie and she would be okay, so he could be okay. But that wasn't what happened. He had dealt with a lot to get to where he was with Millie now, and it hadn't come from ignoring knocks at his door.

So Keiran crossed the room and pulled the door handle, wondering why on earth Sebastien was standing outside the door. "Hey, Bastien," he greeted, his tone tinged with curiosity. "What can I do for you?"