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Pandora came to find him a few hours later. He hadn't seen her since the day he arrived in September where she gave him a hug, a fleeting sad look and the retreated into the ravenclaws she was friends with. He hadn't moved from where he had sat down in the nook behind the tapestry since getting out of class, lost in his thoughts, self loathing and dread pooling at the bottom of his stomach as for what he was about to do. What he had to do.
"Reg..." she sat down next to him, this look in her eye like she knew what he was going to do, beseeching him not to, yet knowing there was no alternative
"I have to oblivate him, I have to, I can't- fuck." he put his head to his knees
"Why don't you just talk to him?"
"He would hate me Dora, he would hate me. Because James is good and I'm... I'm..." he tugged on his left sleeve before looking up at her tears streaming down his face, "I won't survive him hating me Panda. I won't survive it, Sazalar, I don't know if I will survive this, going back to as if nothing ever happened, watching as he's happy and I'm just accross the hall, just out of reach. I will lose him anyway, regardless of what I do or say. Nothing changes what I've done, nothing will change what's on my arm, I lose James either way. And I'd rather we had never happened then him hating me Panda." His body language became resigned towards the end, grieving a love that should of had a chance to exist but was fated to end in heart break.
''I'm sorry."