Shadow of the Relic - Fifth Year

                                    

                                          
Sebastian POV 
Sebastian had woken up that morning still covered in his nightmares. He was paralysed in his bed, unable to shake them off. He'd been thinking about the relic, about Anne, about Ominis, about Y/N, about the scriptorium, about his parents, about his uncle, about his life. He'd been thinking, and he'd been drowned in the thoughts before he finally dozed off. They'd turned into vivid dreams, plaguing any sleep he might've got. He was still thinking when he got out of bed, almost robotic like. His limbs were stiff, his lungs on fire. Had he panicked? Yes. Everything was getting to be too much. The relic had been under his bed all night. Maybe that was what had triggered it, when he picked it up, it had that awful glow to it. 
He didn't want to look at it, but it pulled him towards it. It called out to him, pleading to be used. Sebastian wanted to use it. Now that he understood it, he should make his way to the catacomb. He did not yet know the consequences of using it. There was a strong anxiety in his chest, but he'd been gritting his teeth, setting his jaw - and getting through it. 
He looked to the left, his neck stiff. Ominis was fast asleep, little snores erupting from him, his hand curled up in the sheet that was pulled up to his chin. He looked peaceful, like that. He was sure Y/N was the same in her dormitory - the vivid dreaming and horrific anxiety containing itself to Sebastian's body - for now. 
It was an out of body experience, really. Sebastian wasn't really thinking for himself. Everything was, and always had been, for Anne. He didn't care for himself. He didn't care for Ominis, and he didn't care for Y/N. At the moment, all that mattered was her, his other half - his twin. Only those two together had gone through everything. He was sick of not having her by his side. With Ominis. Every day. Like they used to. 
He slowly walked out of the dormitory with the relic, being sure to open and close the door quietly. He hid it in his robes, and he made his way through the corridors. He had turned on his tunnel vision, making his way to the floo powder station at the end of the final corridor near the north exit. He dug his hand into the glittering powder and quietly but confidently, darkly - said one word. 
Feldcroft. 
Ominis POV 
Ominis did not see the owl waiting for him at his bedpost. Of course he hadn't, he couldn't see anything. But he heard the ruffle of feathers, the click of a beak. He ignored it, hoping it wasn't his. He wanted a quiet day, one where he could ignore everything and everyone and do his own thing. 
That was too bad. 
He was hit in the head by the bird and he cried out. 
"Merlin!" He cried. "Give me a second." He shrugged on his robe and took the owl's letter with his free hand. With a sense of shock, he realised this letter was open - which meant it was urgent. It wasn't written in braille which was a shame because it took a while to transfigure it. "Where is my fucking wand?" He hissed, trying to find it in his robes. He had no luck. He shook his head and got down on all fours, feeling the carpet. 
"Accio wand," he whispered, trying to get nonverbal magic to work. Of course it didn't. "Fucks sake" he cursed. "Is anyone still in here?" He asked, weakly. He knew he'd have heard someone if there was. He focused his mind as much as he could and used the summoning charm again. Much to his delight, his wand rolled slowly on the ground and he could hear it. He reached in the direction of it and curled his hand around it. Quickly as he could, he transfigured the owl and ran his fingers over the raised dots on the parchment. 
"Ominis," he read aloud. This letter was written hastily. The dots were very far apart and made it hard to read. "Sebastian has met me at Feldcroft. He doesn't seem himself. He's gone into the catacomb. Please hurry. You need to help me. I can't go in alone." He didn't bother trying to find a signed name. He dropped the letter on the table, leaving it in braille and quickly dictated one of his own on the back of the parchment.