i do not believe in dreams.

    A sigh escaped his lips, letting the pile down from his hands and nodding his head towards the student “ That’s my job, isn’t it?” he merely mumbled under his breath before gesturing for her own to go own with the question, not saying anything more.

   She stood there almost about to hobble her load right out of there!  She had no idea what she would do next but it would’ve made a strange event.  Finding the color draining out of her face the moment he mentioned the hospital wing.  In the back of her head she could see the stun and surprised faces, the soft whispers and it spreading like wildfire.  For almost six years she kept her secret distilled if only she wasn’t around the reckless so much then the water wouldn’t have slipped into her shoe.  Panic stabbing at her sanity-her heart was pounding against her chest as if seeking escape as he was taking a step closer about to help her walk out.  “Professor! I apologize if I come out a little strong but I promise she won’t be able to help me.”

   “ Excuse you?” Sebastian asked a little confused - his eyebrows rose at the other’s words before he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly - he didn’t care about her opinions. “ I don’t care what you think, really - it’s merely a stupid idea. Now, c’mon - turn around so we can  start the way towards it.”

“Do you even check who knocks on your door before you hit play on that longwinded rant” she smiled over at the other professor “I take it the kids are harassing you for extra time too?”

“Pardon the intrusion.” Sabrina started, a bit startled by the other Professor’s sudden outburst. If this was a good mood, she’d hate to see a bad one. “Fortunately no one is dead, that I know of. Also, fortunately, I think I’m long past my years of turning in essays, Professor.” In actuality she’d come to talk to him about something else entirely, but now she was just amused. “Do you talk to all of your students like that or just the ones that come to you for extensions?”

    His head lifted up at the familiar voice, awkwardly looking towards his fellow collegue - noting to himself that he should really look at the door when he starts talking. “ Yes, fortunately no one is dead.” he echoed the other’s words before shaking his head. “ Just in my good moods. My words depend on my mood most of the time. What? You don’t spat at your students?”

‘well i’ll be fast, just so your day isn’t full of helping students. alright, so my question is say you were to give someone a hate potion, then about a couple hours later a love potion.. would the two cancel out or would you end up with the person being in love once again?’

   Sebastian blinked, ignoring her remark about him not helping students which, in his opinion, was not going to happen anytime soon and blinked once again at the actual question. “ totally not going to answer it UNLESS you tell me why you’re asking this in the first place?”

“I’m sorry Professor but I’m having a bit of trouble walking,” she started talking politely “I just need a few moments to fix it and I’ll be out immediately-” noting at the end “and no sir I’m not looking for any extra time on my essay either.”

   Sebastian’s eyes flew form the ceiling to his student, his eyebrows rose into confusion as the other rambled about her trouble in the matter of walking - what she was talking about? if it would have been a day out of school, he’d walk away and do nothing - but, now...he had to make sure the other won’t chop her leg off. “ we’re getting you to the hospital wing.” he spoke, making a step towards the other. “ NO arguements, c’mon - change your direction, I’m helping you walk.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think…” Olivia meant to say she didn’t think coming into his office would bother him, but thought it was better to not continue that sentence, in risk of it coming out the wrong way. “It’s not about the essay, it’s about the sample potion to go along with it. I’m almost done but I accidentally put in a few extra beetle eyes and I was just wondering if that could go wrong to the point of it being dangerous, Professor?” 

    “It wouldn’t.” he spoke, a sigh falling quit as his eyes continued to travel around the ceiling for a while - finally turning his head and looked at the other, shaking his head in order to bord his previous statement. “ You can continue brewing the potion as long as you add at least one more gram per ingredient. If you’d put more beetles eyes, you need to put more of the rest ingredients as well.Does that make sense?”

‘nobody passed away, professor,’ she shook her head roughly, pulling a very forced smile. ‘i just need some help, that’s all. should i come back another time or is this.. okay?’

    “ it’s an alright time.I did say I was having a quiet good day.” he finally responded, nodding his head quickly. “ come on, ask away.”

             ‘ oh, im sorry professor. i didnt need anymore time on my essay. i was just wondering if you could give me a few notes real quick before i turn it in tomorrow. but its totally okay if you dont want to. i understand youre busy and all. ‘

    Sebastian sighed, finally turning his attention from the ceiling to his student - he really was in a good mood that day, so he nodded silently gesturing a hand towards her to go and ask the questions.

King Caspian and his flawless hair.

Being in Sebastian’s vicinity while he muttered to himself, the words her ears picked up made Cat smirk. “But why would they come to you? PLEADING, most of all. It’s not like you can play Merlin and influence which team will win without McGonagall bestowing her holy wrath upon you,” she remarked, approaching him. Needless to say, she was enjoying this for some reason. Then again, it was Quidditch. Cat always enjoyed Quidditch and everything involved. Plus, she was quite amused by the exasperation evident in his voice. “Though if you could, which would you choose?”

     “ They all think I have more power just because I am couching both of the games...it doesn’t mean I am going to favorise anyone. I wouldn’t even favorise you if you were playing.” he responded, turning his head to face his fellow collegue. “ Which team I would choose? That’s a hard question - all of them had been working so hard...like really hard. I think I would go with one that has the most...sparkle. Maybe Gryffindor. Maybe. What about you?”

“And why is it weird, sir? Enlighten me.”

   “ I am not even going to answer that.”

     “ You should change your tone, mister Nichols.” he quickly replied - his eyebrows narrowed towards the other as he got up. “ You’re just being asked to move from the middle of the field somewhere near the middle of it. Just move three inches and you’d be bloody fine.”