The Legacy • Sebastian Sallow

CHAPTER 7 - Confusion

SEVASTIANS P.O.V

I couldn't escape Ominis' torment any faster. I jetted out of potions class and found myself in the undercroft, pacing the room whilst trying to gather my thoughts. I was overwhelmed with the revelation of today's potion testing. Ominis' jokes and laughter didn't help with the situation. I couldn't help but think, was it really Rosie's scent I could smell? I know she smells like strawberries, I noticed it this morning when I whispered in her ear. The scent engilfed my body and enriched my soul. But why vanilla? Why the forest?. I mean she does spend an extraordinary amount of time in the Forbidden Forest but, doesnt everyone? Once something is declared as forbidden, people are drawn to it. Like moths to a flame I thought.

This is the last thing I need. I can't be going around falling inlove with someone when I'm trying so hard to pick up the pieces I've already broken. Anne. I need to focus on Anne. She's what's important. Not some silly romance with a girl I doubt even see's me that way. Why do I care if she even see's me as more then a friend anyway. Shes just a friend. Thats all she is. A friend who just happens to have the scent of the bloody love potion Professor Sharp had me reveal to the entire class. How embarrassing.

I conjure a desk in the middle of the room and open one of my books in an attempt to distract myself from the confusing thoughts embedding themselves into my brain.

Its not working. Instead, all I can think about it her. What she's thinking, where she is, if shes happy. What I would give to know the scent she smelled as a result of the potion. What if it smelt like me? What if it smelt like someone else?

Merlins beard, I'm going insane.

I jolt out of the desk chair I was sat in and resume my previous pacing. I let out a frustrated huff. Maybe Ominis is right. Regardless of if he is, I cannot tell him. He already torments me enough over if, imagine he finds out he was right all along.

I find my thoughts wandering back to her. She looked so peaceful. Sitting in class, observing her surroundings and intently listening to Professor Sharp babble on. The way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she writes. The way she rolls her eyes when Poppy makes a michevious comment. She's so naturally beautiful. And I don't mean her beauty itself is natural, I suppose it is in that aspect too. I mean the way she doesn't realise how beautiful she truly is. How intelligent she is. How compassionate and loving she is.

I think back to the events of last year. How devoted she was to helping me find a cure for Anne. How quick she was to come to my defence when their was discussion about turning me in for what I had done to my uncle. The fact she even let me cast crucio on her as an act to save s all. How she supported me through every decision I made. Every poor decision. Decisions that lead to the loss of two of the most important people in my lives.

I can't allow her to get hurt. I wont allow myself to be the one that hurts her. Despite if these feelings for her are true. I cannot bring myself to acting upon them. I will not lose her as well.