Sebastian came into the common room, his face torn up with blood pouring through his fingers as he tried to stop the bleeding. He slumped down in a chair next to the fire and took out some tissues from his pocket.
Dabbing carefully at his face, he winced. Why did he let things like this happen? It was his own fault, but it was still annoying.
His mother had been so careful when she let him out, seems his face was so fragile, he was surprised that she ever let him out at all.
It was still bleeding quite badly, but it didn't hurt as much.
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