8. Diffindo
Age 12, August 2071, following this RP
Tibi dragged his sleeve across his face, smearing his tears but not fully wiping them away. He’d stepped off of Diagon Alley and back into muggle London and promptly broken down into sobs, unable to tell his mum what had happened beyond a squeaky “h-he h-h-h-ates m-m-me.”
Back home, wrapped in his robe with a mug of warm milk, Tiberius sat at his desk staring at the piece of parchment. The full-body sobs had subsided, but the tears still leaked from the corners of his eyes every time he blinked. Sniffling, he picked up his quill to write to Jake, hoping that someone would be able to read it to him. To try to explain why he wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts. To apologize for saying they could make it if they both stayed, and then breaking his word.
The quill scratched against the paper as Tiberius pressed his teeth into his bottom lip and just bite down. The words were frantic, ineloquent, and once he had filled the page, Tiberius stared at it.
Who was he kidding?
Vision blurred with tears not yet fallen, Tiberius shredded the letter, leaving scraps and ink on the desk as he walked away.