âWhatâs with the box?â (from charlotte)
âUh, itâs, you know⊠A rectangle? A cube? A rectangle⊠cube?â Sebastian hesitated, shifting the weight of the box from one arm to the other. It wasnât heavy, really, but the Slytherin simply wasnât using to putting any kind of effort into an unpleasant task. He had been asked to carry the box because he had been the last Death Eater left at the meeting apart from the leaders (he had fallen asleep), and since he did very little usually, he thought he might as well agree to carry this box for them. And whilst he didnât know what was in it, he was pretty sure a redheaded girl wasnât supposed to find out either. He was pretty sure she wasnât one of the Weasleys â or at least, he hoped so â but he was also quite certain heâd never seen her at a meeting before, and therefore assumed he had better hide what was in the box from her. âItâs my hairbrush,â he finally blurted out before quickly hurrying away from the other.












