Enchanted by freckles - Garreth Weasley & Sebastian Sallow x female MC

2nd chapter

When I woke up, I heard pain distorted screams. The bright light prevented me immediately recognizing what happened or where I was. I blinked a few times until my eyes got used to the light. I was in the hospital wing. I unsuccessfully tried to straighten myself up to take a clear thought.

The scream of a boy send a shiver down my spine and directed me from my thoughts.

I looked around, the student to my left, had to go through terrible pain. There were several healers around his bed, some professors and to my amazement also Ominis, who ran nervously back and forth between the beds.

My headache was so great that I couldn't sit down, but when I tried I saw a lot of blood and healers around the sickbed doing healing magic. I didn't know these healers. Have they come from the St. Mungo Hospital? I heard a mumbling that they 'couldn't take him with in the hospital because of his poor condition'.

Suddenly the nurse of Hogwarts, Madam Blainey, noticed that I had woke up. She came to me, inquired about my condition, gave me a potion, which made my headache a little better, and went back to the bed on the left side of mine. I tried to lift my head to see who was next to me.

It was Sebastian Sallow.

I didn't have much to do with Sebastian, we have some subjects together but since he usually had one or two feminine students around, I never got a lot to talk to him. Apparently he seems to be very popular. I can understand that well. He's a really attractive boy. He has a good stature, beautiful brown hair that always looks messy but still perfect, light brown eyes and the whole face full of freckles, as well as Garreth. But now I could hardly see his freckles due to all the blood.

This charismatic womanizer is now apparently on the threshold of death next to me. It laced my throat when he screamed again. I couldn't help it, I just had to ask. "Ominis, what happened?"Ominis seemed almost happy about this question because he seemed to want to talk to someone about it. He came closer to me and I saw that his face was stained. He had apparently cried much in the past few hours. Even now, his eyes were filled with tears. "Sebastian ... he wanted to practice a new spell ... Apparently it went terribly wrong, I found him almost bled and since then ..." Then his voice broke off. He started again. "... since then the healers have been trying to save him. He's my best friend, I'm afraid to lose him." He wiped the tears from his face.

I was speechless.

It took another hour and countless pain -filled screams until the healers stepped away from his bed. "We can't do more than hope. We did everything we could." Omini's face was rigid. The tears ran quietly over his pale face. A bit later Madam Blainey came back to me, checked my condition again and said that I had to stay in the hospital wing for at least one or two days, since it is not understandable which ingredient of the Weasley-brew this reaction triggered, and when I had no further effect must had expected.

I laid down on the left side and looked at Sebastian. He didn't scream anymore, but it seemed like he is still suffering. The bleeding was stopped, at least on the outside, and the blood wiped away. He looked really bad. I saw the wounds despite the bad light. They looked like cracks, distributed all over his upper body.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked around. The healer was not there. I looked at Sebastian, who seemed to sleep unchanged on his bed. I saw a little bluish light floating a few fingers wide above his chest. I straightened up and turned on to him. There was something. I couldn't see it exactly, but something was there.

I had to reach this light. I didn't know why, but I just had to. So I tried to get up as quietly as possible. I took the few steps to his bed. It was incredibly exhausting. And then I stood in front of him. I looked at him, despite his currently rather pale skin, he still looked impressively good. But he didn't move. He looked more dead than alive. I leaned over his upper body to take a closer look, and really, something just hovered there. Where did it come from, how was it created? These questions asked me, but I tried to grab it. To my surprise, it was gripped, although it almost looks more gaseous. I could grab it and wanted to pull it. And indeed. It moved. I was able to pull it closer to myself with great effort by a millimeter. Something like hardly visibly shining spider weaving was on the small light. I pulled this out of him bit by bit. And after pulling it out of him, I saw how his chest rose. He breathed deeper again.

At the moment of this joy I became dizzy again. Did the potion really last for so long? I tried to go back to my bed when I lost my consciousness again.

I woke up again when the sun was already shining in my face. I felt a warm hand on mine. "Good morning, Caelie," said a sad voice. I opened my eyes, even though I already knew who spoke, but I wanted to see him. He obviously didn't sleep the night. He had deep bags under his eyes. He looked extremely ashamed, and continued directly. "Caelie, I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you. You could have been .... died. I would never have forgiven myself. I'm really sorry and I could understand if you want that I go- "

Now I interrupted him by grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to my chest. This warmth. This incredibly pleasant warmth. "Garreth, everything is fine. I'll get well".

I could probably have been angry with him. That would probably have been understandable for everyone, and I guess I would have had the right to do so, but I was just glad he was sitting with me now. There was no anger.

Tears welled up in his eyes and he enclosed my hand with his second hand. I literally felt a stone fell from his heart. "Yesterday after Arithmantic I found out what happened, I rushed down immediately, but I wasn't allowed to see you. I heard screams in the hallway, but apparently they belonged to the poor guy over there." I turned my head to Sebastian. He was on his left side. Seemingly he managed to turn. I could also see some of the crack wounds on his neck, but obviously he is on the way of improvement. When I tought about his tortured, pain-distorted screams, it laced my throat again.

Garreth noticed that I was tortured by thoughts. So he put his head on my shoulder. His beautiful red curly hair smelled so extraordinarily well. I breathed in this smell particularly deeply, hoping that I remember it for a long time. After a few minutes Madam Blainey entered the room. She now apparently knew what exactly my symptoms caused and said in an extremely rugged and angry tone: "Mr. Weasley. Come along, immediately!" Garreth got up, went to her and I could see through the window to the treatment room as she yelled and then apparently sent him to his aunt. Mrs. Weasley is the deputy school management and must constantly be responsible for Garreth's experiments. He came back to my bed, grabbed his bag, gave me a little kiss on my forehead and went annoyed out of the room.

He had never done that before. Was it only his guilty conscience? Was there more than friendship for him? Was there more than friendship for me? In the past, I didn't perceive his smell as so pleasant. Why did I really want to hold his hand? Why does he leave me alone with so many questions?

After breakfast I heard noises next to me. Sebastian became awake. He didn't manage to straighten himself, but because Madam Blainey was busy dealing with a flight accident, I went over to his bed.

"Hello Sebastian, how are you? Should I call the healer?" He had clearly gained face color again since yesterday. I wasn't sure if he understood me, he looked very confused, so I said: "Ominis found you hurt. You really were in great danger." Suddenly his face looked upset. Almost angry he looked at me. "Caelie, why are you here?" I was very surprised that he knew my name and remembered it in this situation.

"Well, I drank something I shouldn't have drank and passed out on a flight of stairs" I replied with an ashamed smile, "I hit my head and was brought here".

"That Weasley is such a stupid idiot, why are you hanging out with him? If Professor Waesley wasn't for his aunt, he would have been expelled from school years ago!". I was surprised that he knew immediately it was Garreth's brew. But what surprised me even more, what his hostility. Did the two ever have contact with each other? "Garreth is my ... friend!" I thought of the kiss on the forehead and felt my face turn red. So I continued, "Why do you think you've got the right to judge him? Yes, he makes mistakes, but you're not here for nothing too, aren't you?" I checkmated him. His face turned ice cold.

After several minutes of silence I heard Sebastian's voice. "Caelie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You're right, I'm not supposed to judge." I was surprised. Maybe he just had to wake up properly. I decided to start over and not hold it against him. "Would you please bring me a damp cloth? I want to cool my wounds a bit", he asked gingerly.

I got up, prepared a cloth, and brought him a glass of water. He tried to raise his arms, but he didn't seem to have enough strength. "Should I help you?" I asked without any motive. He nodded slightly. He was probably embarrassed that anyone was seeing him so vulnerable. I got up, pulled his covers down a bit, and placed the cloth over the large wound just below his heart. When the cold cloth touched his skin, he groaned with a little relief.