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“Argh!”
Althea Moonlace winced as her boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow, cried out in pain. She stopped touching his burn, her hands covered in the clear ointment she was applying, and looked at his face.
A sheen of sweat was on the teenage boy’s forehead. It would be obvious to anyone that he was in a lot of pain. Althea bit her lip, trying to hold back a response she knew she shouldn’t say.
The two had been exploring ruins, trying to find a cure for a curse that was cast on Sebastian’s twin sister, Anne. He had gotten cocky, and led them straight to a den of giant spiders called Acromantulas.
While they fought the spiders, Sebastian had burned himself using a favorite spell of his: the blasting curse, after Althea advised against it. So now, the two fifteen year olds were inside the Room of Requirement trying to treat their injuries.
“Can’t I just take a Wiggenweld Potion or something?” Sebastian asked, wiping his brow with his wrist.
Althea pushed back a few strands of her short pink hair with a huff and resisted the urge to strangle him, an urge she had to fight frequently when dealing with him.
“I’ve already told you that you shouldn’t have too many of them,” she said, her voice even and slow. “Like I said the other three times you have asked.”
“Oh Merlin, here we go again.”
Like most Hufflepuffs, Althea had an immense amount of patience.
She didn’t say anything sarcastic when he was burned in the small space like she knew he would. She didn’t say anything when they got lost because of a wrong turn he swore led to a path.
Althea had managed to hold her tongue for three whole hours. Three hours of listening to his shameless flirting and bogus directions.
But her patience had worn out.
“Well maybe if you listened for once in your damn life, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
Sebastian rolled his brown eyes. “I had the situation under control.”
“How is this under control!?” Althea’s voice was shrill. “You almost died!”
“Almost.”
“I hate you.”