(( I am so sorry for disappearing
))
Caelum sobbed. No, he didn't just sob. He broke down into tiny fragments in front of his friends as soon as they entered their room and shut the door (and placed a few silencing charms just in case). He knew he could never tell them, but perhaps they could listen.
He shared what little information he could share, forcing whatever words he could out of his mouth as a lurching feeling dribbled down his throat and a fire threatened to burn it at the same time. He kept his hands clenched at his sides or crossed in front of his chest as he fought away the urge to claw at his own tongue and he tried (so very hard) to hide the pain from the dark mark on his chest.
And they listened, as they always had, with worried eyes and tensed faces. They offered no words but a simple hug and a tightened hand around his shoulder. They never took their eyes off of him, afraid that he would disappear the moment they looked away, and even as they slept, they kept their curtains open promising to be there for their friend the moment he needed them.
It was lunch time when the three finally left the dungeons and made it to the Great Hall. (They had no classes that morning, after all.) The two walked closely on each side of Caelum just as they did in their first year like knights escorting their Slytherin prince. There was a strange air around them as they took their seats and Frank and Aren sent glances towards the Ravenclaw table hoping to invite the three girls to their side of the hall.