Sebastian had a very, very big headache.
He felt like jamming the heels of his hands into his eyes and never pulling away, because no matter how hard he pushed, the headache that was throbbing and throbbing and throbbing would not go away. What had he really thought Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about? What had he really thought would come out of this? Sebastian couldn't remember why he'd thought this had been a good idea, but now that he was here it was as if he'd never had a life before this stupid meeting.
Why wasn't anyone else looking like they were ready to puke? Was he a wimp, or something? Sebastian had already had his fair share of encounters with death eaters and their...issues, and joining the Order (if he did---) would just bring them even closer to his front door. To his front door, bursting through it. He knew some of these people, he knew for a fact that many of them had been in the papers for their troubles with the Dark Lord and---and whyyyy. Why did they think he'd want to be involved with this?
Sebastian let out a sigh and knocked his elbows hard against the countertop, hands remaining over his eyes.
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