#Glyph Magic User!MC

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

I'm not sure if you know The Owl House, but I thought this to be an interesting idea.

What if Yuu is from the world of Owl House and got whisked away to the TWST world. And despite being magicless, they use & make glyphs as a way to use magic, which is something the world of TWST never seen before

[OOC]: Hi! Writer here. Yeah, I know the show as I seen clips and fan art of the characters. I love the representations in the cartoon, but too bad as I heard there won’t be a Season 4. (Fuck you, mousy incorporation 🖕.)

I didn’t watch the show, but I think I understand the premise as I remember from Season 1, Episode 1 where Luz Noceda was supposed to go to camp, but ran off somewhere and finds an abandoned house where she also finds the suitcase that’s actually a device used to travel to another world where witches actually exists and other oddities come from.

Now for MC/Yuu, I’m thinking of them as the only friend Luz made back in school and who doesn’t mind about her hobbies/stuff while supporting her Sexuality of being Bi. Though the downside to being Luz’s friend is some trouble stirring up, leading a trip to the school’s office.

Of course, both parties were supposed to go to camp, but ran off like in S1;EP1 and the two find the old abandoned house and suitcase used to travel to The Boiling Isles. Over there, the story progresses like in the show.

Both were mentored with everything by Eda Clawthrone, made new friends, and so forth.

Then here’s the part where MC/Yuu had a mishap during Potionology class and they were sent further to another world called Twisted Wonderland.

At the Prologue, it’s the same setting with MC/Yuu being stuck in the coffin-shaped container and Grim blows off the lid, but they use an Ice Glyph to shield themselves from the blazes.

Then during the scenes where Grim was chasing after MC/Yuu for the Ceremonial Robe, they would also activate the Invisibility Glyph to escape from the little gremlin.

It didn’t last long as that specific glyph you need to hold your breath in to activate it.

Then the chase pursues, leading to the library and MC/Yuu fans out Fire Glyphs in a defense pose.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Stay back! I-I can blow this place up if you don’t want to die!

Grim: Nyah?! You? You can’t do that! I need that ceremonial robe!

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Oh yes I can! You chased after me!

Grim: Because I need those clothes!!!

Those two are doing nothing but argue like children.

Then Crowley comes in scene, use his Whips of Love to snatch up Grim and the story continues on where he explains to MC/Yuu that they’re at Night Raven College for all boys to learn about magic.

As all three of the arrived at the Dorm Selection Ceremony, MC/Yuu was forced to stand in front of the Dark Mirror.

Dark Mirror: Hmm…This one doesn’t possess any color or shape in their soul. They are deemed Magicless.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: But I do this! *Pulls out some Light Glyphs and activates them to summon glowing orbs of light*

Everyone is at awe watching the orbs floating around.

It was magical to witness.

This was a bad move as Grim uses this opportunity to escape and havoc starts.

Fire everywhere by Grim and the room is in ablaze.

Azul and Riddle chasing after the feline monster.

Such utter chaos.

MC/Yuu, with quick thinking and experience, uses their combinations of Ice and Fire Glyphs to create rain putting out the fire.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Luz for the lessons.

After the fire went out, they grabbed a hold onto Grim as he attempts to squirm out of MC/Yuu’s arms.

When the ceremony ended, Crowley brought the two future students in his office to explain what kind of magic they used.

When MC/Yuu explains cane from other worlds (both Earth and The Boiling Isles), Crowley would “promise” to “help” then return to their origins.

I can imagine the adventures and shenanigans MC/Yuu would face with the new arrangements.

They would definitely fight against the Overblot battles with the right choices of glyphs.

Oh! Speaking of Glyphs, the First Years would absolutely learn how to draw some, but first they need to draw a perfect circle to activate its properties.

Ace: *Draws a circle* How about now?

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It still looks off.

Ace: Ugh…

I can totally see everybody viewing MC/Yuu as a younger cute sibling.

Cater: How old are you?

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: 14

Cater: Really? You act mature for your age.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It’s the trauma from The Boiling Isles.

Cater: Oh.

Poor thing…

To be honest, with MC/Yuu separated from Luz and the others, I like to think of this as a symbolism of moving on to making new friendships, but there’s that irreplaceable bond between them. Sure, the two are world’s away from each other, but they’ll still be connected.

[kay9leo]

It's hard being the new kid...

Sort of "modern" HL AU

Meet Iñaki "MC" Martinez Cariaga! She's the new transfer student from the United States. She was late for the sorting ceremony so she's currently houseless right now, hence the gray tie. Unfortunately for MC, her ancient magic is a magnet for attracting trouble and getting her into situations she rather not be in, sort of like Percy Jackson.

Fun Facts:

Normally her eyes are brown, but ever since she ended up in the UK, if she's around the presence of high Ancient Magic activity, her own ancient magic activates, turning her eyes a magical blue. They also turn that color when she's using it. At the advice of Prof. Fig, she tries to keep a small flow of it running consciously if she's not at a nearby ancient magical source.

She's also big runes fan! Since her family comes from both Central and South America, she has a big love of studying Mayan glyphs and Incans quipus (they use that instead of runes to conducting their magic). She also knows some indigenous words in Kaqchikel and Quechua; some for fun and some for spell casting. Seeing Norse runes in person was the one thing she was definitely looking forward when going to Hogwarts.

While she doesn't originally goes by MC back in the States, it became her deferred nickname/shorten version of her double surname Martinez Cariaga to use at Hogwarts. She's gotten tired of both professors and peers taking too much time to say it or have them accidently butcher her surnames (or first name even). Her nickname of MC is used so often that it gets to the point that barely anyone remembers that her name is Iñaki 🤣

Ancient Magic & Hogwarts Castle

I headcanon that the Hogwarts Founders were ancient magic users who build Hogwarts and never told anyone about their abilities. Since the place is humming with Ancient Magic, MC's eyes are always a constant magical blue. It's when she leaves Hogwarts grounds that she has to focus on maintaining that magical flow.

The Big Move, Fourth Year & the Reserved New Girl

Unfortunately, Iñaki's dad lost his job during the first layoffs of the Great Recession in early 2008. Thankfully, he had a buddy who hooked him with a new temp job in London, causing the Martinez Cariaga family to move across the pond from New York to London during the end of summer. While she loved the idea of traveling and going to Europe (and maybe even learn more about the different ancient runes used there), she wasn't too pleased at the idea of moving abroad and leaving everything she knows and loves.

Instead of starting her freshman year with her close friend group at Excelsior (NYS magical school system, Ilvermorny is the New England private magical prep school - the most famous, oldest and only school most people know outside the US), Iñaki is starting 4th year at Hogwarts.

Note: The words between "< >" is spoken in Spanish. MC comes from a Spanish-speaking Latino household. If the words are not in between "< >" assume she's speaking English.

6: At the end of MC's first week:

MC:

<¡Hola Mami!>

< I'm fine. ¿And you? >

< Nothing interesting happened this week. >

< ¡NO! ¡It wasn't like I fought a dragon or a troll this week. >

< ¡Just because I faced the Jersey Devil in 6th grade or the Headless Horseman in 7th OR befriended Champ at Lake Champion in 8th doesn't mean weird things always happens to me! >

<¡I'm fine Mami! Nothing happened...>

<¡I had to Mami! ¡He told me he wanted to give me a "proper Hogwarts welcome" before we started! I told him "That's how we say 'Hello' in New York." Made it too easy for me by saying his spells out loud. The prof said I was a great example of how magical duels are different in the New World with our non-verbals...>

<He was cool with losing. ¡Sebastián even gave me a tour of the magical village nearby and introduced me to the "dueling club" the school has! >

< We dueled together…¡It was fun! I almost forgot how much I miss home… >

8:

MC:

< I still want to go home. >

< No Mami. I don't mean visiting you guys back in London. Home as in New York. >

< ¿Why should I make friends if we're only going to be here for a year?>

< ¿It's only a year...right? >

< ¿Right? >

< I gotta go...I promised my classmates I'll study with them for our exam next week. >

< I love you too. >

"Bye."

*Flips phone closed*

*Ends call*

......

MC's trying...but she is rather homesick.

She's now stuck in Hogwarts and isn't too keen on making friends since she has no clue whether she'll be there for a year or not - it all depends whether if they extend her father's work contract and she's isn't keen on making friends if she's only there for a few months in her mind. It gets to the point where Sebastian trying to friend her is like an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object. (He ends up winning though when she accidently slips up and calls him her friend later on in the year).

For now though, MC is a very angsty teen right now and had her world flipped upside down.

At least she can take out her angst in dueling club 😅

I want to thank @myokk for listening to my ideas about my MC and to my sibling who needed to borrow my laptop for work (leading me to doodle and actually make a digital drawing on my tablet -that I use as a second monitor for work- since I couldn't edit some papers on those days). Without them this drawing wouldn't have happened.

I'm never doing this ever again because I a bit too perfectionist for art and I hated the number of layers I needed. It was supposed to just be a SIMPLE digital doodle!!!! Instead I made this 😭. Never again. I'm sticking to my pen doodles. I was bored out of my mind and I was either reading or doodling while my sis was testing out her new laptop and I was on stand by in case she needed me.

[kay9leo]

At First Glance...Part X

Chapter 9 <<<||| Chapter 10 ||| >>> Chapter 11

... At Poetic Sensibility

…

Poetic sensibility is the ability to deeply engage with poetry and experience its meaning and emotional impact beyond the words. It can involve making connections between the mind and senses, and can allow a writer to choose the right word to create a particular tone. – Google AI when you search up “poetic sensibility meaning”

…

“…so if you recall from Prof. Knorozov’s lecture last week, the symbols represent syllables. And these syllables are arranged in glyph blocks to sound out each word.  The way you’re supposed to read these Mayan runes is different than how we read our English letters. As a general rule, within each glyph block, the symbols are read from top to bottom and from left to right. But sometimes, certain words have their own glyphs like this one.” Sebastian explained to MC as he pointed out to rectangle glyph with waves inside.

It was breakfast and one of the few times he actually got up early to meet up with MC at the Slytherin dining table.

Before The Pensive Reminiscence as he started calling it, Sebastian would stay up late till the wee hours of the night reading book on possible cures and treatments until the letters would start to blur. Or until he passed out. He would wake up the next day with the book tenting over his face.

After The Pensive Reminiscence, Sebastian found himself going to bed on time, flying for fun (to the point he was hiding from Imelda who wanted to challenge him to a racing challenge or organize a pick-up game of Quidditch with him involved), lounging at the clock tower to see the others duel after his own match in Crossed Wands and just plain reading for fun.

Now that he wasn’t borrowing books that weren’t about curse breaking or curses, Sebastian would just pick whatever book struck his fancy and borrowed it to expand his knowledge – just for the sake of learning. Currently he had four books on his nightstand:

Apotropaic: How the Ancient Greek Warded

Unexpected Useful Runes from Around the World

Divine Magic: Myths of Magic Bygone

101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know

He would rotate between the four books, often sticking to 101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know and Divine Magic: Myths of Magic Bygone. While the former was a comfort novel, one of the few ways he could feel close to his late parents, the latter was the only book that he was able to gather information about Ancient Magic.

Not that there was much information to gather from it.

Heck, he was certain he could write his own book about MC’s magical abilities with Ancient Magic. He seen enough of what she could do with her special powers. His own book would be leagues better than this one with the information he can pass on to future users if he wrote one.

Not that he ever would.

Even he knew the dangers of having her abilities being spilled to the world.

And he wasn’t going to put his closest friend into danger like that.

MC was in enough danger with Rookwood and Ranrok interested in her. He didn’t forget how the two of them eavesdrops on them. He refused to think of what future ill-thought plans could befall on MC if her special ability came out.

She deserved to live a normal life.

Just like how he was slowly returning back to his.

All thanks to MC.

Life felt normal once more…only it was better.

“So, as you can see, this glyph over here represents the word fire and hot. If you crave this glyph into a stone, when it’s activated by magic, it essentially becomes a magical fire stove without flames. Makes sense?” He asked as he glanced back towards MC.

She was glaring at his notes, running her finger over the glyph he drew up in his notebook. While he was used to her silence as she would mentally take in data, the glare towards his notes was a new development.

“Is something wrong MC?” He frowned.

It has been two weeks since they had reunited once more and continued keeping the flame of their friendship.

Together.

While it was close to cooling coals at its worst during the Friendship Hiatus with neither of them feeding the flames, since that last quest to Isidora’s castle (as he started calling it), the fire has been renewed once more. Together, they worked to keep it feed by tossing in fuel to their metaphorical hearth with raids to the kitchen, trips to Hogsmeade, lounging around to talk and play games in the Undercroft, Common Room, Great Hall – essentially any little corner they could claim as theirs for that small portion of time.

“Nothing…just had a rough night.” She yawned.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

From the shadows underneath her eyes to her glare as she tried to focus on his notes…It seems as if they traded schedules with her being the sleep deprived friend this time.

“What happened?” He asked, thinking, Did you not need my help?

“Amit and Andrew – YAWNnnn – and I went looking for Astrology tables. It was the first time we had a clear night this week. But we couldn’t find what we were looking for and had to call it a night.” MC frowned as she rubbed her eyes.

“Oh…I’m sorry that didn’t work out for you.” He frowned. “Why did you wake up early than to review with me then? I would understand if you wanted to meet up later. I know what it’s like to pull nearly all-nighters.”

“Because it might be the only time we’ll meet up to review before Ancient Runes class.” MC said as she yawned once more. “And I like reviewing with you.” She said with a soft smile.

“That makes two of us.” Sebastian couldn’t help but smile, even if it felt like there were pixies running amuck in his belly as he met her cheerful tired eyes.

It was as if time itself froze and something had shifted that wasn’t there before.

Before Sebastian even had time to make a comment about how nice her hair looked or how she smelt differently from her usual mellowsweet with the citrus orange perfume that he always associated with her, a letter smacked her in the face and fell into her breakfast.

The owl post was here.

MC groaned as she plucked the letter out of her porridge and flipped it around to see who it came from.

Then it was as if she was dosed with ice water as she jumped up with a frown.

“Shit.” She cursed.

“Is something wrong?” He frowned as she pocketed the letter. She looked at him with sad hesitant eyes, erasing whatever cheer they once held for him.

“I have some business to attend with Fig.” She said as she started putting her stuff away.

“Oh.” He said as he held her satchel. “Do you want me to walk you there?” He said at the last second, wanting to extend their time together. Even if they nearly spent an hour reviewing early in the morning for the Ancient Runes class, it never seemed as if they spent enough time together.

“Don’t worry about it. Review without me. I’ll catch up with you later!” She grinned at him before giving him a peak on the cheek, stupefying him without even casing a spell as she walked away.

Sebastian stood there for who knows how long with his hand on his kissed cheeked until Ominis came and ordered him to sit down and stop mindlessly standing like a mannequin.

Sebastian did as told, mind elsewhere, drifting to whatever MC could be doing without him.

…

Ancient Runes went as it normally did. The two sat together in the morning with little to say as a quiz was placed in front of them. While the quiz was easy enough, they barely had time to talk or exchange notes as Prof. Knorozov charged into his lecture like a rampaging graphorn. There was only so many notes he could take as he did his best to draw down all the new runes they needed to study.

But it was fine.

MC would cover for him.

She would write down the information needed as he provided the detailed rune drawings. It was why they were both at the top of their class again. It wasn’t as if he missed his chance to talk with her as they split ways for their next class.

They still had dinner together.

But when dinner came, he found himself with only Ominis for company.

MC wasn’t sitting with them.

Instead, she sat between Thakker and Larson as if they were long-time buddies. They laughed as she pointed at something on the table, going over a map she pulled out earlier. Their meals were finished, dirty plates pushed to the side that would be vanished once they left their seat.  While he couldn’t see their facial reaction as their backs faced him, Sebastian knew that stance she held.

MC was going to go on another adventure.

The three of them got up and left the Great Hall, shoulders back and chins held high as their dirty dishes vanished.

She never even bothered to look back and wave goodbye to him before leaving like she did before the Friendship Hiatus.

While Sebastian knew that she picked up that habit because of the Friendship Hiatus. He never thought that it would remain.

Or that he would feel that same hurt from before.

…

Sebastian couldn’t sleep that night.

He tossed and turned, switched to laying his head on the foot side before deciding there was no point in staying up. When he checked the time, it was only one in the morning. A late night on his new post-The Pensive Reminiscence schedule. An early bedtime on his ante-The Pensive Reminiscence schedule.

With nothing working and a slight fear of waking up Ominis, Sebastian sighed and picked up a book at random on his nightstand and walked out, wearing his nightrobe over his pajamas to keep the chill away. While he wasn’t surprised to see a few students still up at this hour, reviewing notes, going over homework or even playing chess, some were surprised to see him again as he took his usual spot on the couch by the fireplace and sat down to read the book he picked up at random.

101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know

“Nothing a little light reading can’t cure.” He mumbled to himself as he flipped to the index and searched for his favorite poems – “Address to a Haggis” – he thought it was hilarious as a child. “My Heart’s in the Highlands” – he always had pride as a Scotsman and would tell any city kid who would listen when they went to Glasglow, Edinburgh or even London the rural beauty that surround his small village of Aranshire.

“Tam O’Shanter” was by far his favorite due to the particular way his father would change his tone as he read the tale-like poem to him and Anne during bedtime. A second look at the poem, he found himself rather annoyed with the main character in the harm he caused his loyal mare by causing her to lose her tail.

Sebastian sighed and looked through to see what other poems the book had on Robert Burns.

While Sebastian wasn’t as in tune with muggle culture, he couldn’t deny that their writings were rather delightful. He could see why his father had favored Robert Burns as a poet; so much that the muggle man became his namesake for his second name in Scottish form: Raibeart. Anne herself was also named after their mother’s favorite Scottish poet, Anne Grant. His parents were avid readers – whether it be reading studies for their field, poetry and even plays! His own first name –Sebastian– and Anne’s second name –Viola– came from his parent’s favorite play Twelfth Night. They were both named after the twins in the muggle play. While he didn’t understand it as a child why his parents wanted to built his interest in writing –especially poetry– he could see what charm some of his least poems as a child held.

While “A Red, Red Rose” still felt too lovey-dovey for his taste, taking a second look at “O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast”, Sebastian found that he actually rather liked the poem now as a young man. While he and Anne would stick their tongue out at how love-struck their father would act when he would sing the poem to their mother, Sebastian found a rather simple joy in reading it now that he understood the meaning behind its words–

“What are you reading?” An unexpected voice said above him.

If anyone dared asked (with his wand pointed at them to help encourage a different question), Sebastian would say that the shout was simply from the joy hearing his friend again and NOT from the blind fright she gave him that had him tossing the book into the air and jumping up, leading him to strike MC’s face.

To top the eventful fright off, his book ended up striking the top her head.

“I guess that serves me right for not announcing myself.” MC laughed before wincing as she rubbed her right eye.

“MC! I’m sorry!” Sebastian said as he got up from the floor and dashed up to her. “Let me take a look at that! I didn’t mean hit you!” He frowned as he gently pulled her hand away from her covering her right eye.

He hissed. Sebastian could already tell the bruising would lead to a black eye from experience.

“Shite. MC I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He frowned as he bit his bottom lip, Okay, so what are some spell I could use to minimize the swelling? I know Glacius at a smaller scale is often used to prevent the swelling…there are also some ointments I can try to numb the pain as well–

“Don’t worry about it Sebastian. Imelda has some cream she uses for bruises. You’ll be surprised how often you can get them during pick-up quidditch.” MC laughed. “She’s more than happy to share them with me considering I’m one of the few that actually plays with her.”

“Oh.” He frowned as MC turned around and picked up a book, mumbling,

“So that’s what struck me.” Then she turned to him. “I never took you for a poet type of guy. Are you planning to woo someone with some pretty words?” She smirked.

“No. I uh…I couldn’t sleep, and I figured reading some poetry will tire me out.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Looks like it failed. It’s three in the morning.” MC giggled as she looked through the page the book fell on.

“It is?” Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he took a glance around the Common Room. The only souls up at this time were just him and MC. “Oh…” He said as he looked at MC and frowned.

While he was in his pajamas with only his nightrobe for warmth, MC was still wearing the same clothes she had at supper. In fact, they looked worse with her school robe littered with dirt, leaves and cuts. Her face wasn’t any better either now that he took a second look at it. She wore grime like makeup blush and chalk-like dust on her hair as if it was powder. The forbidden forest was her perfume instead of the orange citrus he had grown accustomed to.

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even question where she had been, MC was faster to ask:

“What does this poem even mean Sebastian?”

“What?” he blinked.

“This poem – here take a look. I saw you reading it earlier but it’s written in a Scottish Brogue that I can’t quite understand. See?” MC said as she showed him the poem he was just reading.

“Oh. That’s “O, Wert Thou In the Cauld Blast”. It’s a Robert Burns poem. A classic to Scotland.” Sebastian stated, like a teacher answering a student’s question.

“Can you read it to me in Standard English? There are still some Scottish words that unfortunately I don’t understand. As you can see, I’m still actually rather unfamiliar to the Scottish dialect.” MC chuckled as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“I’m surprised. You been running around the Highlands hamlets for ages now. How did you even communicate with them without me on your quests?” He chuckled, trying to not let his bitterness sweep into his tone.

“It helps when you speak with a foreign accent. Suddenly, everyone’s wants to befriend you instead of giving you the stink eye when you use the Queen’s English.” MC chuckled. “Not that I can blame them. They are rather upset at the Ministry down in London for failing to do their duty up here.” MC said as she sat down at the couch and patted the seat next to her.

“It really shouldn’t be up to fifteen-year-olds like us to take care of the Ashwinders problem. Or the Loyalist.” He said as she sat next to her.

“Or Poachers. At least we didn’t have any issue with them tonight.” MC sighed as she leaned against him, staring down at the book. Sebastian placed his arm around her, giving her a side hug as she partly nested against his chest.

“Did something happen tonight? You know you can always ask me to come join you in your Astronomy Table hunts…even if it’s at a late hour.” He frowned, thinking, I rather you have my wand as back-up instead of Thakker and Larson.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think you would find Astronomy Tables rather boring. I’ve notice how you always do your homework for that class last.” MC giggled as she looked up to him with that bright smile that wasn’t there earlier.

“Not my fault that I find starting at constellations rather boring. When will I ever use that information in the future?” Sebastian grinned at her as felt that warmth in his chest once more when she smiled back.

“I found it’s a rather useful map to navigate by. As long as I know where Polaris is, I can always find my way back home.” MC grinned. “Now no more stalling, what does that poem mean in the Queen’s English? I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the Scottish dialect can be written down like that; I’m all too used to seeing “proper” English writing.” MC chuckled.

“How ‘bout I read it to you. In Queen’s English for my London girl?” Sebastian smirked as he felt that pixie-like feeling in his abdomen.

“I’m not actually from London you know?” MC lifted an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Sebastian laughed as he read her the poem in his best posh voice that would’ve made Solomon proud. Not that his uncle ever cared about him.

Except for whatever he did wrong.

“The poem, in Standard English, is called “O, Were You In the Cold Blast”. It’s written by my da’s favorite poet. Rabbie Burns.” Sebastian said with a proud smile on his lips as he read:

“O, were you in the cold blast

On yonder meadow, on yonder meadow,

My plaid to the angry direction,

I would shelter you, I would shelter you,

Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms

Around you blow, around you blow,

Your shelter should be my bosom,

To share it all, to share it all.”

He said as his voice took on a cantor tone and he found himself singing the next stanza.

“Or were I in the wildest waste,

So black and bare, so black and bare,

The desert were a Paradise,

If you were there, if you were there.

Or were I monarch of the globe,

With you to reign, with you to reign,

The brightest jewel in my crown

Would be my queen, world be my queen.”

“You have a nice voice Sebastian.” MC yawned. “Ever thought about being a singer? They could use you in the West End theaters in London” She said as she smiled at him with those happy bright tired eyes.

“I’ll sing to you if that’s what you like.” He hummed with a smile.

“Can you sing it to me the way it’s written? I rather like listening you sing.” She said as she laid against his chest once more. “You have a rather nice accent.”

“As you wish.” He said with a smile.

So, he sang the original words in the Scottish Brogue he was taught to loathe. And when he looked down to see what MC thought, he found her sleeping soundly against his chest. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled them back, to lay against the couch, with her closer to the inside and him on the edge. Letting her use his shoulder as a pillow as he laid down his head against the armrest, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head before any thought could stop him.

He sighed smiling, as he hummed in a whisper,

“O, wur ye in th’ cauld blast

On younder lea, on younder lea,

Mah plaid tae th’ angry airt,

I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee,

Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms

Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,

Thy bield shuid be mah bosom,

To share it a’, to share it a’.”

Soon he fell asleep soon enough, holding her snuggly like a niffler with its treasured gold.

…

They woke up a little bit before dawn, before their peers would walk down the stairs and the sun’s rays could beam through the lake to greet the Slytherin Common Room.

MC was the first to awaken.

Sebastian knew that as much as he knew his favorite sweet was Bertie Bort’s and his favorite physical activity was dueling as much as he knew who those hands belong to as they slapped his face and the voice mumbling to him as if he was underwater.

Which was odd since they were somehow in the clock tower as well, with her in his arms as they laid down on the couch that was bought up here ages ago. There was no one else here besides them as they waited for their next opponents to come.

Everybody left.

Even Ominis.

They needed to rest up before the next fight. So, they laid down on the couch and took a break. He didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes after hugging her.

Or was it a warm pillow that he found?

“Wake up Sebastian.” She mumbled.

“Five mair minutes…” He mumbled back, snuggling his head against his pillow as he hugged the other in his arm against his torso.

The latter was surprisingly warm.

“Sebastian, let me go! Please!” MC hissed at him as he felt her slap his cheeks once more.

“Ya can’t lea. They’ll be ‘ere soon enough.”

“I need to pee!”

“Fine…juist come back whin ye’r dane. We still hae one mair dueling double tae play.” He mumbled into the pillow. “Can’t let Weasley ‘n’ Prewett tak’ th’ championship spot.”

“Of course not.” MC snorted before softly saying, “Just let me go and I’ll be right back.” She whispered.

“Promise?” He mumbled. He didn’t want to lose her again.

“I promise. Now let go of me you hugger.” She grumbled.

“Bit ah lik’ hugs.” He said as he hugged her even tighter.

“And I like to use the loo.”

“Fine.” He mumbled back. “Juist return afore Prewett claims wur forfeiting th’ match.” He grumbled as he loosened his grip and felt his lovely warm pillow roll over him.

“Don’t worry I will.” She mumbled back, as if she was far away.

“MC?” He said as he grabbed hold of her hand before she removed it from his chest.

“Sigh…yes Sebastian?”

“Kin we go oan another quest? Fur fin?” He mumbled as he weakly opened his eyes to greet hers. “Ah miss daein’ that wi’ ye.” He smiled.

“Really?” She said. Why did she sound so pleasantly surprised?

“Aye. Can’nae let everybody else hae all th’ fin. Ah din’nae lik’ it whin ye lea me behind.” He mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt a warmth on the back of his hand that felt softer than his skin.

“Me neither.” She smiled as she gave him head scritches.

“Guid.” He nodded his head before he narrowed his eyes and looked at her once more in his dazed sleep. “Ye know a loue ye?”

Her hand froze. Then it started moving once more.

“I didn’t know.” She mumbled.

“Ah dae. Ah din’nae wantae lose ye.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes, feeling sleep drag him back into the void. They still had time for a nap before their next match.

“You won’t. I promise I’ll be back. And I’ll get you a blanket and pillow as well.”

“Thank ye. Ye’r th’ best loue.” He said back. “Mak’ sure that ye nap tae. Sleeping is guid fur dueling.” He mumbled as he accepted void as his home and was fast asleep once more.

…

The next time he woke up, Sebastian found his head on a pillow with a warm blanket warped over him.

Shoot. I didn’t mean to accidently fall asleep like that. Sebastian frowned as he sat up. He was still in his pajamas and nightrobe. The book that he was reading last night, 101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know, was placed on the coffee table with a note written on top of it next to the muffin that definitely wasn’t there last night.

I didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for your kind words last night. I really needed it. See you at lunch!

-MC.

P.S. Enjoy the muffin! Stop skipping breakfast to sleep in!

“I feel like I forgot something.” Sebastian frowned. He knew something happened, but for the life of him, he just couldn’t remember it. He shrugged. “Oh well.” He said as he got up and started preparing for the day before he was late for class.

Again.

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