Ho-ly shit.
Sebastian blinked, trying to get the tears of pain that had shot to his eyes to drop away. Was it the blurry vision? Was it the shock of the hex? That couldn't be----"Christopher?" he gasped out.
Sebastian felt his shoulders get tugged up by invisible strings, and soon he was standing like a life-sized marionette, legs wobbling underneath him as he was maneuvered around. Again, ho-ly shit. This could not possibly be happening. He had always suspected (and suggested) that Christopher Loftus was a death eater, but to actually see that vicious sneer, to know that he was the one that had sent that devasting blow to his back, it was----Sebastian stared dumbly at him, completely shocked and overwhelmed that this was actually happening.
He had to get over that shock, though, if he wanted to survive this encounter. Ho-ly shit.
Christopher did not have complete control over Sebastian's body (what, no Unforgivables? How kind), and with a quick jerk of his arm he tried to send a disarming spell, realizing quickly that he was facing a bloody auror. An auror who had the mindset of a fucking death eater.
Oh, he was so bloody screwed.
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