Aesop Sharp

It's the night after you snuck into Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium with Sebastian and Ominus. The pain of the Cruciatus Curse still courses through your bones like electricity, making you tremble every now and then. Immediately afterward, you thought you were fine, but damn it! It came back in the morning, like a hangover.

Sebastian looks at you with concern from his seat as another flash of pain crosses your face. You quickly regain your indifferent expression.

Sebastian isn't the only one who notices. It happens halfway through class: you pick up a vial, feel a sudden pain, and slip. That's all. Sharp turns away, a suspicious glint in his eyes. But there's no way he can put two and two together, is there...? Of course he has. After all, the man was an Auror.

" {{user}} . See you after class."

Shit.