#﴾ stillsails ﴿ ⇢ Sebastian Sallow

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❧ Never Have I Ever ☙

➤ @stillsails asked: “Okay, I’ll just stay here and kill myself.” (from a very dramatic Sebastian)

  ❝Must you be so dramatic?❞ Hermione spoke with the slightest bit of agitation in her tone, rolling her eyes at the boy. She wasn't even doing anything other than pick books she needed, so there was no need for that, though she had expressed that she had some prefect duties to perform other than spending her time with him, helping him with his assignments. Sigh—boys. ❝Honestly, Sebastian, you're more than capable of doing these by yourself. You can't be seriously adamant that you NEED my help.❞ She turned to face him, a few books in her arms. Him enjoying her company just didn't seem plausible. A Slytherin, enjoying the company of a Gryffindor? Simply Unheard of.

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“Am I not allowed to get jealous from time to time?” (from sebastian)

@stillsails

"if you don't mind me saying: i think i quite enjoy seeing you get jealous, but... i do need you to TRUST me, sallow. is that something that we can agree upon?" there's a slight glint in her eye as she looks at him, hand moving to lay on his chest. "however, if you're so inclined, i have a couple ideas as to how we can make sure they know that i am yours."

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@stillsails . hogwarts au sentences : “ do you ever wash your cauldron? ” from aesop to sebastian

potions were one of the classes that sebastian has a history of underperforming in, and, really, he never thought it to be due to any fault on his part. he'd like to think that it has less to do with not showing up, and more to do with the fact that professor sharp was a know it all hard-ass who had a personal vendetta against one sebastian sallow.

the question of whether or not sebastian cleans his cauldron is posed, and he looks up at his professor -- hesitating for a moment. he looks down at his concoction, over at ominis', and instantly recognizes that whatever was in his pot, it was not in anyone else's.

❛ am i — supposed to be washing my cauldron, professor? ❜ he's hoping this was a trick question and the answer was, in fact, no.

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@stillsails continued from [ HERE ] bc legacy post ♡

  There was no denying how it looked. The small drawing alone set off some sort of red flag and alarm in her mind as if this was a terrible idea, one that could get so many people hurt, or worse. Though, his reasoning for wanting it was valid enough—an object like this should NOT be casually out in the open for anyone to get their hands on. The bad it could do... she couldn't imagine it.

  Her brows scrunched in the middle as she weighed her options. Running after artifacts that could potentially be dark magic esq was practically suicidal if not careful enough, and if unsupervised.... detention? Or, Merlin, expelled. But... if there were to hand it into the Ministry, with solid reasoning to back it up? Which it would be—she had no reason to assume he'd be making up fibs and lies—it should be alright.

  ❝Alright. Just a bit of a look, then. But that's all.❞ Little did she know that it wouldn't be just that whatsoever. ❝So long as it goes straight to the Ministry, I suppose a bit of insight into this would be a good course of action.❞ She mumbled, taking the bit of paper into her hand again, examining the artifacts shape and details. A skeletal pyramid... Nothing screamed dark arts more. ❝Have you attempted any research on this yourself?❞

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❧ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☙ ⤷ Collection #3

➤ @stillsails asked: you’re a bad kisser. (from sebastian who thinks she is the most amazing kisser BYE)

  ❝I—I beg your pardon—!?❞ The curly haired witch practically recoiled, her eyes wide for a brief moment before sharply narrowing, cheeks flushed with what could be a mixture of things, ❝That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!❞ HUFF, ❝And you certainly weren't complaining in the library the other day!❞

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❧ dialogue : jealousy ☙

➤ @stillsails asked: “they don’t look at you like a friend.” (from sebastian)

  ❝Who? You mean Ron and Harry?❞ Hermione questioned, giving him a questioning look before turning to her two friends, who were just glaring over at them. Probably for talking to a Slytherin, who knows really. ❝I don't know about that.❞ Eye roll, ❝I liked Ron for a time—a long time actually—but it isn't like that anymore. We're all just friends, best ones.❞ She shrugged her shoulders, taking another glance back at the pair before concentrating back on the boy in front of her, ❝Sebastian... you wouldn't happen to be jealous, would you? Of Ron and Harry?❞

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❧ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☙

➤ @stillsails asked: “ well , at least i’m trapped here with you . ” (from Sebastian)

  Oh yes, they were absolutely trapped. The library had closed and the pair had clearly lost track of time ( Hermione's usual activity actually ), but they had stayed well after her usual ❛pack up and leave❜ time. They were in their little corner, sitting at Hermione's favourite table, looking up some text about this special artifact that Sebastian had an interest in—but when it came to the time to head back to their dorms, the library doors were locked, and rather tightly. Yes, she could use Alohomora to get them out, but she knew the librarian tended to lock things up rather securely throughout the night, so using Colloportus behind them would most likely be recognised.

  Getting on the bad side of Madam Pince wasn't worth it, especially to Gryffindor's biggest ❛swot❜—she didn't want a ban from the library.

  ❝It's as if you want to be trapped with me,❞ The curly haired witch glanced in the Slytherin's direction, her brow raising at him. ❝You didn't happen to plan this, did you? Staying this late?❞

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❧ beauty and the beast sentence starters ☙

➤ @stillsails asked: ’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’ (from Sebastian)

  His voice sounded almost soft, reassuring, to her. The chances of a sentence like that coming from his lips, hearing a ❛we❜. He meant the two of them, herself and him. Slytherins—she knew she was getting her hands dirty mingling with them. Mingling with him. The number of red flags her thoughts were giving off, that she was choosing to ignore, were countless... but she wanted to believe his words. Everything he said, that he was saying.

  Merlin, if she didn't know any better, she'd admit to being remotely smitten. That thought alone had her rethinking, trying to sort herself out. No, let's not go down that path. She was smitten for Ronald Weasley for YEARS and that amounted to nothing.

  Silently clearing her throat and taking the chance to finally look up—he was getting to be much taller than her each and every year—Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, ❝How can you say that?❞ She asked, her voice not as harsh as her eyes looked. No, her tone was soft, but she was quizzical and she wanted clarity, ❝You can't possibly know that, Sebastian.❞ Her hate for Divination showing just a smidge.

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  She halted at that, a bit of a shiver coursing through her at a non-visible rate. Her arms tightened around the books in her possession. Merlin, she couldn't decide whether to turn around and give him a mouthful or otherwise. Especially at the mention of her two very best friends. One minute he's on about a date and then it's about Ron and Harry. Turning on her heel, Hermione gave him a questioning look, her lips curled into a smirk, ❝Talk about my best friends like that and a proper date won't be an option,❞ There was no malice in her tone, no provocativeness—just her normal, soft tone. But that's when it changed to something more of a tease, ❝You almost sound jealous of them, Sebastian.❞ She gaze relaxed as she went back to her books, letting him stir in his emotions that she quite possibly concocted.

  With that being said, she didn't mention that there was no such opportunity for an actual date. She very well could have, of course, but she chose not to. And in her head, she knew that this wasn't a study session he was going to take all that seriously. He just wanted to be there, sitting across from her, use his so called Slytherin Charm on her. Most wouldn't dare, really. Viktor was a one off in her fourth year, McLaggen attempted and failed ( she wasn't interested whatsoever ) and Ron—she simply fell out of love with him. They were better off as practically siblings than anything else. That was... a pretty short list. Embarrassing, really. Her eyes raised slowly from her texts to steal a glance at the boy, chancing if he was still looking at her or not.

  For Merlin's sake, what was it with Slytherins and being so bloody good looking? It wasn't fair.

—--    𝐲𝐞𝐬,    𝐡𝐞    𝐢𝐬    𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬.    he    isn’t    even    really    planning    on    doing    any    of    his    work.    it    isn’t    due    for    another    week    anyways.    everybody    thinks    he’s    crazy    for    having    a    thing    for    the    ‘    know-it-all    gryfinndor    ‘    but    he    can’t    help    it.    he    likes    her    brain.    it    is    probably    his    most    favorite    part    of    her.    someone    who    will    take    his    chaotic    thoughts    in    stride    and    decode    it    all.    he    may    not    be    the    most    academic    person    in    the    world,    but    they    have    proven    quite    useful    to    each    other.    even    if    his    only    use    has    been    to    tease    her    relentlessly    and    crack    jokes.    (    better    than    what    other    slytherins    have    been    doing    to    her    .    .    .    which    he    has    incessantly    defended    her    )

he    smirks,    loving    the    fact    that    he    is    able    to    win    every    time.    all    he    has    to    do    is    bat    his    lashes    at    her.    “    you    know,    i    do    love    our    library    dates.    i    think    at    some    point    we    could    go    on    an    official    one.    that    is    if    the    two    leeches    always    attached    to    your    leg    will    let    you    go    out    for    an    evening.    “ that’ll    wind    her    up    something    farce.    

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  He wanted to spend time with her. He made up some silly excuse JUST to spend some time with her. Slytherins were something else, as she had come to know, but this one... this one particularly... he was different, in ways. Interesting. Intriguing? She couldn't quite place it. She couldn't really say she didn't enjoy his company, as that would've been a fat-faced lie, and she wasn't very good at that most times. ❝You're being ridiculous,❞ She spoke softly, turning away from him as she strode over to a table, the tiniest smile etching across her lips.

  ❝I wouldn't lie about your capabilities, Sebastian. You are definitely more than capable of this without my ❛oh-so-brilliant❜ brain.❞ She went on through his dramatic antics, sitting herself down in one of the seats, spreading out the books. Setting them out neatly, which wouldn't be like that for long, her eyes flicked up to the Slytherin's, ❝Well? I'm staying, am I not? You've won, so you can cut that out.❞

-----    𝐡𝐞    𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝    𝐝𝐨    𝐢𝐭    𝐛𝐲    𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟    𝐢𝐟    𝐡𝐞    𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨.    he    knows    the    material.    in    fact,    he’d    argue    that    he’s    probably    one    of    the    better    students    in    this    particular    area.    (    at    least    out    of    the    slytherins    )    he    sticks    out    his    bottom    lip,    feigning    real    upset    to    hopefully    convince    her    to    stay.    at    least    fifteen    more    minutes    of    her    joyous    company. 

the    jutted    lip    only    lasts    for    so    long    before    he    breaks    out    in    a    chuckle.    “    i    am    so    glad    that    someone    has    faith    in    me,    “    he    says,    genuinely.    it    seems    that    very    few    people    think    that    these    days.    many    believe    he’s    gone    off    the    deep    end    if    anything.    “    i    just    wanted    an    excuse    to    sit    with    you    a    little    longer,    but    if    you    insist.    i’ll    just    stay    here.    all    on    my    lonesome.    depressed.    suicidal    ideation.    with    no    hermione.    “