Dorian needed some fresh air. The smell of blood oozing from a first year’s leg who’d fallen off their broom had filled the infirmary with a thick, sickly iron scent. After vigorously washing his hands in the boys bathroom, Dorian headed out into the courtyard where he leaned against the stone wall to take a deep breath. It wasn’t a good start to his day.
Dorian’s tired eyes fluttered shut and listening to the sounds of the birds chirping above him and students in the distance chattering between one another. But the memory of someone was persistent on his mind, like an unreachable itch desperate to be scratched—disturbing the calm around him. He’d tried to rid the thoughts of his fiancee from his mind but his conscience had a way of making him suffer. He let the back of his head knock against the stone and sighed. He’d really messed things up this time.
Eyes slowly opened, returning Dorian back to his unwanted reality swifter than he’d intended. In the distance two lovers embraced. Their lips touched. His eyes squinted, recognising the girl’s pale blonde locks and the man’s sharp features—his heart sank. It was Evie and Neukmin. Dorian’s hand clenched into a fist and before he could rationalise his actions, his legs had already carried him towards the couple where he gave his brother a swift and hard punch to the face.