Oscar was pacing in his empty dorm room. Everyone else had left to make a start on breakfast, as well as to grasp a few extra minutes of revision. He knew what he saw, until he didn't see. I didn't imagine it, I know what I saw, he thought, why did he look so... ill? He had disregarded the idea that it was a dream, he knew what he had seen, what Professor Alonso had said. But why? What's going on between them? Why- how did he disappear when Alonso appeared? Why was Alonso even there? He would find out. He would. Is Lando a part of all of it? Does he know? Shaking his head, he got dressed and headed out the common room in the direction of the Great Hall to grab a few leftover slices of toast.

Fernando watched as a slither of light untucked itself from behind the hills in the distance. He sat at his desk in his office, contemplating the events of just hours before. He knew it would happen, he had been keeping an eye on Piastri, or rather he had asked the great many portraits round the school to. Many of them owed him for various reasons. He shouldn't have let Oscar get even that close to Carlos, this he knew. What he didn't know was what he was going to do when an angry Oscar Piastri started demanding questions and information from him. Information that he would keep safe with him to his grave and beyond.

It wasn't until the next day that Carlos reappeared, Oscar had searched the grounds (subtly of course) for the Spanish teen, no one had seen him, but this wasn't anything to be suspicious about. People rarely saw Carlos or Lando for that matter. Especially recently. Eventually Oscar came across Carlos who was alone, sitting in the same place where they had briefly spoken by the lake.

"What were you doing last night?" He bluntly asked Carlos, who startled, despite Oscar walking straight up to him.

"Joder, no hagas eso!" Carlos shouted, placing his hand on his heart which was now rapidly thumping in his chest. "There is no need. A simple 'hola' would have done."

"What were you doing last night?" He repeated. He wouldn't let Carlos escape this. The man in question placed his book aside. "Why? Was I meant to visit you? Mi mundo no gira en torno a ti, Piastri." He had long ago figured out that insulting people in a language they didn't understand brought out a much more enjoyable reaction for him.

"Cut the shit, we both know you bumped into me last night. What were you doing and why did you look like you'd just witnessed a murder." Carlos paused, shutting his mouth, changing his response. He folded his arms and lent back, resting against the tree he was sitting under.

"I really don't know what you are talking about, I left here around midday to talk to my Quidditch team about a replacement we're debating. I arrived back at Hogwarts about..." He glanced down at the rosso corsa watch that adorned his wrist, "An hour ago, not that it's any of your business." He raised an eyebrow.

Oscar stared at Carlos, who held his gaze, expression blank, verging on what he angrily realised was mild concern. "So if I asked Lando what you were up to last night, he'd look at me like I was mental?" He had already asked Lando, who looked at him as though he had grown a second head. "What are you on about Osc? He's not even at Hogwarts, he left hours ago for a Quidditch meet. I thought you'd both stopped all this, just leave eachother alone if you're not gonna be on good terms." Lando had said, annoyance and frustration leaking though, hurting Oscar.

Carlos wasn't fazed. "Mate, I don't want to ask, but have you visited el ala del hospital yet? You need to see Madam Pomfrey I think."

If this was a year ago, Oscar would have punched him square in the face within seconds. However, if he did that now, Lando would never forgive him. Therefore, he calmly inhaled, counted to three and exhaled, turning around and leaving Carlos. He looked so calm, so unlike yesterday. There's no fucking way I imagined that. I couldn't have.

There was only one other person he could confront, and there was no way he was going to waste his time with Alonso. He still couldn't believe how Lando had dismissed him. It seemed that Logan was his only friend at the moment, the only one that may believe him anyway. He could no longer trust Lando, he decided. What if he's in on it all? I KNOW WHAT I SAW, IT WAS REAL, he internally screamed.