 Clooone. :3 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
With his hands in his pockets, Seth unhurriedly walked down the aisle of the train with his head held down. Over the past few days, the sixth year had not been himself at all. He was confused, sad, lost, and ... alone. Hour after hour, the scene of him standing on Charing Cross Road watching her walk away from him replayed in his mind, and each time it did he couldn’t help but think the same few words over and over in his mind. She’s gone. Asteira Blood is gone. Forever.
It seemed that now that his entire world was slowly falling into pieces without Asteira in his life. Who would be there to argue with him that the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy was teaching hippos to dance instead of trolls? Who would be there to say that he’d make a good sled to go sledding down staircases with? Although the two had completely different personalities, there was some sort of connection between the two of them that made them attract to each other like magnets. But now that connection was broken.
Deep down, Seth Paton knew that he loved her – he still did. Although he had billions of chances to tell her so, he just never had plucked up enough courage to tell Asteira that. But it was too late now. She was never coming back....
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