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The Night Sebastian Met Kate
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Loud hollering and laughter carry across the tavern.Â
The Leaky Cauldron is more alive tonight than Sebastian Sallow was hoping. Drowning in Firewhisky is not quite as easy when oneâs attention is constantly drawn elsewhere. His jealousy, masked as annoyance, is clear as he scowls at the table across the pub that seems to be causing at least half of the noise. There, a group of about ten young adults grin, cackle, and shout in merriment. Sebastian wonders how long theyâve been here, hoping theyâll all be on their way soon so he can properly wallow in his darkness and misery. Canât do that when the sounds of content companionship fill the air. Their table is littered with empty mugs and cocktail glasses - perhaps theyâve had enough. Narrowing his gaze, he throws suggestive thoughts their way, trying to anchor them to their minds - Float on home now. Time to leave. Â
No such luck.Â
Instead, there are encouraging shouts as a young woman stands and glides to the front of the large table with the grace of a selkie goddess. As if a life preserver was thrown his way, his interest suddenly, shockingly awakens and bobs to the surface. His eyes grow wide.
She tucks a strand of her long, blonde hair behind her ear and then throws the rest of it behind her, letting it settle midway down her back. The ocean of her hair is calm, with waves only at the bottom, carrying daisy passengers up above. Her dress, yellow and long, only adds to the effect of the sea at sunset. It rides her body tightly, accentuating the feminine curves of her body; her breasts swell and fall, only for her hips to ripple out again, and then subside. Her short sleeves are puffed, keeping her fashionably afloat.Â
Brown packages and bags decorated with colorful ribbons are tossed to the head of their table as offerings to the golden angel. She smiles, her rosy pink lips widening before her perfect white teeth. Her eyes sparkle as she listens and nods, agreeing to something. Then, her dainty hands begin to untie a bow and rip open the paper of one of the presents. She shrieks with laughter upon opening the box. Sebastian strains his eyes, trying to determine what was inside, but heâs just too far away to be able to tell. All of her companions erupt into giggles, men and women alike.
As the young woman speaks and picks up the next gift, her head suddenly turns Sebastianâs way, her eyes focusing directly on him. He realizes he has been watching her for far too long. Immediately, his eyes flick down to the bottle of Firewhisky, pretending to examine the label. She narrows her view, looking for just a moment longer before returning to the attention of her friends.Â
Sebastian knows he shouldnât keep staring. He knows. He just canât seem to help it, continuing to observe her for hours like a creep while he nurses drink after drink. It takes a great deal to get him buzzed these days; alcohol is just about one of his only escapes from the daily torture of his sad, pathetic existence. Whatâs the harm in looking at a beautiful girl for a while, anyway? Itâs not like sheâd ever want to talk with him. She has her people; he has his bottle. He takes a large swig of his Firewhisky, enjoying the burn as it distracts him momentarily.
When Sebastian orders another round, the barkeep looks as though he pities him. He scowls at this; he doesnât deserve anyoneâs sympathy. He fixes his gaze on the countertop in front of him. Then a familiar feeling settles; someone is watching. Sebastianâs senses pick up on this immediately, his eyes opening wide to scan his surroundings. Itâs her. Yellow personified. Sheâs studying him. When her eyes meet his, she turns pink for a moment, then looks away.Â
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BREAKING NEWS: Sebastian Sallow stares at MC and demands a hug
Give him hugs or he'll stalk you for all eternity!
(Though I don't see how that is a bad thing...)
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The Sea Witch - S. Sallow
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after the end of the fifth year
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Day 30 Catacombs
Sebastian looked down on to his right hand as if he could see something invisible so clearly. Terzia frowned as the warm candlelight gave enough light to see the deep darkness in his eyes⌠his soul.
âI have⌠also nightmares. About the catacombs and what.. happened there. Every time I close my eyes Iâm back there- forced to watch- doing this mistake over and over again,â Sebastian said, his voice cracking. âThe guilt is eating me alive. I lost everything and its all my fault-â
Terzia didnt let him finish the sentence and pulled him into an embrace, similar to what he done to her once before. âYou still have me and OminisâŚâ
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The Summer After | Sebastian Sallow x OC #3
Summary: In the the summer after fifth year, Sebastian finally faces Ominis and Evangeline, grappling with the weight of his choices and the trust he's shattered. Sebastian resolves to rebuild what heâs broken, even if it takes a lifetime.
Words: 5,536
Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Unspoken Feelings, Post-Canon Reconciliation, Friends to Lovers (Implied), Regret and Redemption, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unbreakable Vows, Self-Reflection and Healing
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The midday sun cast long, warm beams over Feldcroftâs rolling fields, but the cottage where Sebastian now lived alone stood cloaked in an uneasy quiet. The village, once filled with happy memories and bustling with the sounds of his youthful summers, felt vacant, haunted. Sebastian hadn't left the cottage for daysâhis world narrowed to its stone walls and shadowed corners. Letters from Ominis and Evangeline had been his only ties to the outside, and even those carried a weight that was hard to bear.
Inside, Sebastian paced, glancing nervously at the door, and then out the window toward the path that led from the village. He wasnât prepared for Ominis and Evangeline's visit. Though heâd written often over the summer, he hadnât let himself imagine facing either of them again.
He was adjusting the chairs for the third time when he finally saw two figures approaching. His breath caught as he recognized them: Ominis, walking with his careful precision, his arm linked with Evangelineâs. She walked beside him, beautiful as ever, her dark hair lifted by the breeze, eyes cast downward until they reached the threshold.
Sebastian opened the door, and the three stood there, locked in the kind of silence only deep closeness and months of estrangement could create. Ominis nodded slightly, his expression as neutral as Sebastian expected. But Evangelineâshe met his eyes for the briefest moment, her face soft yet unreadable, the kind of expression heâd only seen once, back when they first met. He felt a pull, wanting to say so much but knowing that words would barely scratch the surface of all he needed to tell her.
âSebastian,â Ominis began, his voice firm but gentle, breaking the silence.
"Come in."
Sebastian opened the door, and the three of them stood there, caught in the kind of silence that only deep closeness and months of estrangement could create. Ominis inclined his head slightly, his expression as neutral as Sebastian expected. But Evangelineâshe met his gaze for the briefest moment, her face soft yet unreadable, carrying an impassive expression heâd only seen once, back when they first met. He felt a pull, a desperate urge to say something, anything, though he knew that no words could encompass all that had built up between them.
âSebastian,â Ominis finally said, his voice steady but softened by a note of concern.
"Come in," Sebastian managed, stepping aside.
They entered in a stilted silence, the cottage feeling suddenly unfamiliar with them there. Sebastian hadnât realized how much heâd let the place slip into disarray: his books lay scattered across the table, a half-eaten loaf of bread sat beside an untouched tea cup, and the air was thick, stale.
Ominis ran a hand along the back of a chair, his fingers tracing the dust, his brow creasing. âI would have hoped,â he began, his voice carrying a gentle reprimand, âthat youâd at least open a window once in a while.â
Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by the state of the room. âHadnât thought much about it,â he muttered.
Ominis turned his head toward him, pausing before speaking. âHave you been eating?â he asked, his tone shifting as he added, âYou lookk like youâve lost half your weight.â His voice was gentle, but there was a pointed concern in his words, one that seemed to linger in the air.
Sebastian blinked, taken aback, and opened his mouth to brush off the commentâuntil he really looked at them both, in return. Ominis was paler than usual, with dark shadows under his eyes that he hadnât noticed at first. There was a weariness etched into his features, a toll that even his usual composure couldnât hide. And Evangeline⌠her once-pleasant fullness had faded; she looked thinner, and though she stood with a kind of resilience, her frame seemed almost fragile, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes shadowed by exhaustion. He felt a sick twist in his stomach, disliking it immediately.
Evangeline hovered near the doorway, her eyes flickering over the room, taking in the disarray with a mixture of concern and something elseâmaybe disappointment. She held herself tensely, arms crossed as if guarding herself from the ghosts this place harbored. Sebastian swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her silence, heavier than any words she could have spoken.
Ominis gave a short sigh and tilted his head in Evangelineâs direction. âAnyway. We didnât come to judge your housekeeping. But we do need to know that youâre⌠managing.â His voice softened, a rare crack in his usual steady tone. "We've been worried."
Sebastianâs gaze fell, tracing the worn wood of the floorboards beneath his feet. âManaging,â he echoed, almost to himself. The word felt distant. Truthfully, he hadnât really been managing at allâheâd been surviving, barely getting by each day without letting the weight of his mistakes crush him. And now, standing before them, his failures seemed laid bare in every corner of the neglected room.
âI'm fine," he lied, glancing up at Evangeline, and hoping, irrationally, to find some trace of the warmth heâd once taken for granted. But her expression was shuttered, her eyes guarded, as if she were steeling herself against him.
Evangelineâs arms tightened across her chest, her gaze unwavering but distant, as if she were seeing past him, into the echoes of what theyâd all been through. She let his words hang in the air, their hollowness settling uncomfortably between them.
"Are you?â she finally asked, her voice soft but laced with skepticism. There was no bite, no accusation, only the quiet ache of someone who had been hurt too much to take things at face value anymore.
Sebastian shifted, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He knew she didnât believe him, knew that the very sight of him probably brought back memories he wished he could erase from her mind. But he couldnât take back the choices heâd made, the lines heâd crossed. All he could do was stand there and feel the weight of her disappointment settle over him like a shroud.
Ominis cleared his throat, breaking the silence with a gentleness that bordered on exasperation. "There's no point in lying to us, Sebastian."
Sebastian sighed, his eyes drifting from Ominis to Evangeline before he nodded, forcing himself to adopt a semblance of calm. âRight,â he muttered, gesturing toward the fireplace. âLetâs sit.â
They each took their seats, with Ominis in his usual steady posture, Evangeline cautiously perching on the edge of her chair, and Sebastian sinking into his as though its worn cushions might somehow absorb his unease. The room felt unbearably still as they arranged themselves, the crackling of the fire the only sound to fill the silence.
Evangeline shifted, her gaze fixed on the flames. The light cast shadows over her hollowed face, highlighting a softness in her expression that was at odds with her guarded posture. Sebastian studied her, feeling an old longing bloom within himâa futile hope that she might still see something in him worth salvaging. But he couldnât tell if her quietness stemmed from anger, sorrow, or perhaps both.
âLook,â he started, breaking the silence with a low, uneven voice, âI know Iâve been⌠distant. Not just now, but for months. I know you probably thinkâŚâ He trailed off, glancing down, the words snagged in his throat. How could he explain the depth of his remorse? How could he make them understand that he barely understood it himself?
Ominis tilted his head toward him, his face softening in a way that Sebastian recognizedâan invitation to speak, no matter how difficult it might be. âWeâre here now, Sebastian. Whatever it is, weâre listening.â
Sebastian swallowed, his fists clenching unconsciously. âIâve thought about itâeverything that happenedâevery single day since then. Itâs like Iâm living in a memory, or a nightmare, or maybe both.â He looked up, meeting Ominisâs steady gaze and then turning, almost unwillingly, toward Evangeline. âAnd itâs like every letter, every reminder that youâre both still⌠here, it almost makes it worse. I donât deserve it. I donât deserve either of you still caring, after what I did.â
Ominis shifted, his fingers steepled thoughtfully as he considered Sebastian. âNo one is expecting you to undo the past,â he said carefully. âBut weâre hopingâIâm hopingâthat youâll take the steps to start making things right. That youâll show us, somehow, that youâre still the person we believed in. Even if heâs buried under layers of⌠regret.â His tone softened, almost imperceptibly.
Sebastianâs jaw tightened as he nodded, the glimmer of possibilityâthe chance to rebuild, even in fragmentsâbringing a hesitant warmth to the heavy ache in his chest. He looked back to Evangeline, searching her face for any hint of forgiveness. Her expression, still guarded, softened just enough that he dared to believe she might still want him there. That she might still believe he could become someone worthy of her trust again.
With a deep breath, Sebastian finally whispered, âI want to try. I just⌠donât know where to begin.â
Evangeline took a steadying breath, her sad smile fading as she met Sebastianâs gaze with an intensity he hadnât seen before. âWhy do we starte⌠being honest. There are things Iâve been holding backâthings weâve both held backâbecauseâŚâ She trailed off, searching for the right words, glancing toward Ominis as if looking for confirmation.
Ominis nodded, his face softening as he turned toward Sebastian. âBecause we didnât want to overwhelm you,â he finished, his voice quiet but unwavering. âBut in doing that, weâve been tearing ourselves apart. And itâs not sustainable, Sebastian. It's not fair.â
Sebastianâs throat tightened as their words sank in, each syllable like a stone dropped into the pit of his stomach. He hadnât realized how deeply his actions had rippled, how much pain theyâd taken on in silence, just to spare him. âI never⌠I never wanted you to feel like that,â he said, his voice rough with the weight of his guilt.
Evangelineâs expression softened, but her gaze remained piercing. âYou say that,â she whispered, her voice trembling, âbut you made your choices knowing that theyâd hurt us. You knew that weâd be left picking up the pieces.â She blinked, looking away as if fighting to keep her composure. âI just donât understand how we mattered so little in that moment."
The raw vulnerability in her voice struck Sebastian like a blow, and he felt a hollow ache settle in his chest. âYou did matter,â he insisted, his own voice breaking. âYou have always mattered, Evangeline. Both of you have. I⌠I just, I couldn't stand by and let Anne wither away. I had to try and fix it-"
âBy losing yourself to dark magic?â Ominis interrupted, his voice colder than Sebastian had ever heard it. âYou thought you could âfixâ things by going down a path that you knew was dangerous, reckless⌠destructive? Do you have any idea how many nights we spent worrying about what youâd do next? How many times we had to hold each other back from going after you, just to make sure you wouldnât get yourself killed?â
Sebastian opened his mouth, but no words came.
Evangelineâs eyes glistened, but she held his gaze, her voice steady. âIf weâre going to rebuild anything, Sebastian, we need⌠assurances.â Her words hung in the air, each one weighted with the gravity of her resolve. âWe need to know that youâll never be pulled in by dark magic again, that you wonât⌠choose that over us.â
Sebastianâs jaw tightened, "I swear it,â he said, his voice raw with conviction. âIâll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to⌠to prove that Iâm still someone worth believing in. I know it wonât be easy, and I know Iâll never fully undo what Iâve done⌠but please. You two... you're all I have left. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make this right," Sebastian finished, his voice breaking as he met their gazes. The weight of his words lingered, a solemn promise that echoed in the quiet room.
Evangelineâs guarded expression softened slightly, though her arms remained crossed, a physical barrier she hadnât yet let down, âWords and promises are one thing, but..."
Sebastian nodded, his throat tight, but before he could respond, Ominis leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently in Sebastianâs direction. âSebastian⌠if you truly mean this, then you should be willing to vow it.â
Sebastian blinked, caught off guard. âVow it?â he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He knew Ominis wasnât just asking for any ordinary promise; this was a magical vow, one that would bind him in ways he couldnât escape.
Ominis tilted his head, his expression unyielding but calm. âYes. An unbreakable vow,â he said, voice steady and resolute. âIf youâre truly committed to making things right, to never letting yourself fall into the darkness again, then swear it here and now.â
Sebastian swallowed hard, the gravity of Ominisâs words pressing down on him. His gaze shifted from Ominis to Evangeline, who watched him with a mixture of wariness and hope, her eyes soft but filled with unshed tears.
He took a steadying breath, his voice low but firm. âIâll do it,â he said, his conviction unwavering. âIâll make the vow.â
Evangeline took a steadying breath, âIâll admit,â she began, her voice trembling slightly, âIâm relieved to hear that. But, SebastianâŚâ She paused, choosing her words carefully. âIf the only thing that keeps you from using dark magic is the fear of losing your life because of a vow, then youâre not doing this for the right reasons.â
Her words hit him like a sharp blow, and he opened his mouth to respond, but she continued, her voice growing firmer. âWeâve sacrificed a lot for you.â She glanced at Ominis, who remained silent, his face unreadable but supportive, then returned her gaze to Sebastian. âWeâve kept your secrets, Sebastian. Risked our own standing, our own safety⌠and all for you. Weâve carried so much of your burden. And thatâs why you need to want this for yourself.â
Sebastianâs throat tightened, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He knew she was right, that the vow alone wasnât enough to repair what heâd broken. A vow bound him to a promise, but it couldnât force him to changeânot truly. That would have to come from him.
âIâm not saying this to be cruel,â she continued, her voice softening but her gaze unyielding. âIâm saying it because I want you to understand what weâve put on the line for you. Please, donât make us regret this.â
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the truth they carried. Sebastian clenched his jaw, his heart aching at the sheer depth of her disappointmentâand her hope. He swallowed, nodding slowly, letting the gravity of her words settle within him.
âYouâre right,â he murmured, his voice hoarse. âI⌠Iâve put you both through so much. More than I could ever make up for.â He paused, feeling the weight of guilt and regret press down on him. âBut Iâll try, Evangeline. Iâll be better. I'll be the friend you both deserve, I promise. I'll vow it.â
Evangelineâs expression flickered with surprise, her lips parting slightly as if she hadnât expected him to agree so readily. Ominis took a deep breath, standing to retrieve his wand, his expression a mixture of gravity and understanding.
âVery well,â he said softly, his tone taking on an almost ritualistic quality. âSebastian, if that's what you want, then youâll make this vow with Evangeline as your binder. Iâll serve as the witness.â
Sebastianâs gaze shifted to Evangeline, and she hesitated, visibly unsettled. But when she looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity, she seemed to find something that steadied her. She gave a small, determined nod, then rose, extending her right hand toward him. Sebastian took it without hesitation, his grip firm, grounding himself in the warmth of her touch.
Ominis stepped closer, his wand held steadily over their clasped hands. âSebastian, listen carefully to each term and answer with absolute conviction,â he instructed. âThis is no simple promise. Breaking it will result in your demise."
Sebastian nodded, his gaze unwavering as he held onto Evangelineâs hand. He could feel her pulse under his fingers, steady and strong, and he took strength from thatâknowing that this vow, this commitment, was the first step in proving how much she and Ominis meant to him.
Ominis placed the tip of his wand on their clasped hands and began the vow, his voice low but powerful. âSebastian Sallow, do you vow to forsake the use of dark magic for power, choosing knowledge over mastery, study over action?â
Sebastian swallowed, feeling the weight of the words settle over him, then answered, voice steady. âI vow it,â he said, his conviction unwavering. Immediately, a thin stream of fire emitted from Ominisâs wand, wrapping around their hands with a gentle heat that held like an embrace, binding the promise to him.
Ominis continued, his words measured. âDo you vow to prioritize those who stand by you, to never choose the path of darkness over their well-being or safety?â
âI vow it,â Sebastian replied, his voice low but certain. Another stream of fire wove around their hands, intertwining with the first.
Evangelineâs fingers tightened around his, her expression softened, the wariness in her gaze shifting to something closer to belief. Ominis looked between them, his expression still firm but with a gentleness that hadnât been there before.
âFinally,â Ominis said, his voice softening, âdo you vow to pursue the knowledge of dark magic only for understanding, to resist the temptation to wield it for personal gain, and to honor this promise with your life?â
Sebastian took a deep breath, his voice filled with conviction. âI vow it."
The final stream of fire encircled their hands, brightening before fading, sealing the vow in a shimmering, quiet magic. Sebastian felt the power of it settle deep within him, a weight that was both heavy and freeing. He released Evangelineâs hand, the warmth of the vow lingering between them.
Ominis lowered his wand, looking between them. âItâs done,â he murmured, his tone soft yet resolute.
Sebastian nodded, a strange mixture of relief and humility filling him. He looked at Evangeline, and for the first time, saw something in her eyesâa fragile, tentative trust that he hadnât dared to hope for. Her expression softened, though she kept her distance, as if afraid to let down her guard completely.
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating, punctuated only by the crackling of the fire. Ominis sighed, âI think Iâll take a walk,â he said, his voice gentle, though his expression betrayed a hint of worry as he glanced at Evangeline. âIâll be back soon.â
Evangeline nodded, barely meeting his gaze. Ominis placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before giving Sebastian a meaningful look. Without another word, he left the cottage, the door closing softly behind him.
As the silence stretched, Sebastian felt the full weight of Evangelineâs presence settle over himâheavy, charged, and filled with unspoken things. He glanced at her, feeling an urge to reach out, to say something that might bridge the chasm he had opened between them. But as his eyes found hers, he saw something flicker there, a flash of fear she barely concealed before looking away. It was a small thing, but it hit him harder than he could have anticipated. She was wary of himâafraid, even.
A knot formed in his stomach, guilt seeping through him like poison. He couldn't blame her, not after everything heâd done, not after what she had witnessed that night, after heâdâMerlinâafter heâd killed his uncle. It was only then that he realized, really realized, that the sight of Solomonâs lifeless body haunted her as much as it haunted him.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, he took a deep breath and spoke, his voice low, almost hesitant. âEvangeline⌠youâre right to be cautious, after everything youâve seen. But I swear to youâŚâ He paused, gathering his thoughts. âIâm not⌠that person. Iâm not who I was when I⌠used that relic.â
She didnât respond immediately, her gaze fixed on the fire. But her arms slowly relaxed, unfolding from across her chest. It wasnât much, but it was somethingâa small signal that she was listening, even if she didnât yet trust his words.
âI've spent the entire summer,â he continued, âpouring over books, searching through records, trying to understand what the relic did to me. I thought if I could figure out what went wrong, then maybe I couldâŚâ He trailed off, his voice thick with regret. âAll that matters is that thing⌠it was only meant to take. And I let it take too much. It nearly cost me everything that mattered to me.â His gaze softened as he searched her face. âIt nearly cost me you.â
Evangelineâs gaze flickered, a spark of curiosity mingling with the uncertainty. She shifted, leaning slightly forward as if the weight of her question was too much to keep within herself. âDid you⌠learn anything about it?â she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. âAnything about how it⌠worked? What it did to you?â
Sebastian swallowed, sensing what she was truly asking. She wanted to know if his actionsâthe choices heâd made, the lines heâd crossedâhad been his own, or if the relic had twisted his will. He met her gaze, steadying himself before answering.
âYes,â he said softly, gathering his thoughts. âThe relic was⌠ancient, crafted by someone who believed that magicâs greatest strength lay in what could be sacrificed. It was created to heal, but not in any way that made sense, not like the magic we know.â He took a breath, running a hand through his hair. âTo heal, it required sacrifice, a toll. It⌠took something from whoever used it. Not just a physical price, but something deeper.â
Evangelineâs expression was one of rapt focus, though her eyes held a shadow of dread. He knew she was piecing together the implications, but he pressed on.
âIt preys on desperation,â he continued, his voice thick with bitterness. âThe more youâre willing to give, the more it demands. And part of what it takes is⌠your own will, your own sense of⌠control. Your humanity, even. Itâs like youâre willingly giving pieces of yourself away, but you donât even realize it untilâŚâ He trailed off, his eyes darkening as he remembered the last moments with his uncle, the terrifying clarity heâd felt only when it was too late. âUntil thereâs nothing left to give, nothing left to be. Itâs just you and the magic, fused together in this⌠twisted purpose.â
A shiver ran through Evangeline as she absorbed his words, her expression shifting between horror and sorrow. âSo it⌠it influenced you? Controlled you?â
Sebastianâs throat tightened as he forced himself to answer honestly. âNo,â he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. âNot exactly. It⌠amplified my desperation, my willingness to sacrifice anything to save Anne. But it didnât make me do what I did. That was still me.â His eyes dropped, shame heavy in his chest. âIt didnât force my hand. I gave it everything willingly⌠thinking it would be worth it. And thatâs on me, not on the relic.â
Evangelineâs gaze softened as he spoke, the lines of her face etched with sorrow and something that looked almost like compassion. âIt preyed on you when you were at your lowest,â she murmured, her voice thick with understanding. âAnd you thought⌠you thought you could control it.â
He gave a small, bitter laugh. âI was arrogant. I thought I was strong enough to handle it, to⌠keep myself intact while using it. But I was wrong.â
Evangelineâs lips parted, but she said nothing, her expression shifting into something raw, uncertain. He could see the questions in her eyes, the doubts, and though it pained him to see them, he knew he needed to face them.
âI donât expect you to forgive me right now,â he said quietly. âNot easily, anyway. I donât deserve it. But I just⌠I need you to know that Iâm done with dark magic. Not just because of the vow but because Iâm done trying to control things that no one should have control over.â His voice softened, and he took a small step toward her, his hand twitching as if he might reach for hers but stopping himself. âAll I want is to⌠find my way back. To you, to Ominis, to being the person who you put your trust in.â
Evangelineâs expression softened, the guardedness in her eyes easing just a bit. She didnât reach for him, but there was something in her gazeâa gentleness, an unspoken forgivenessâthat made his chest ache with both hope and regret.
âYou know,â she said softly, her voice wavering, âI wish⌠I wish you hadnât had to learn this the way you did. I wish you hadnât lost so much⌠and I wish I hadnât had to watch you lose yourself.â
He swallowed, his voice tight with emotion as he replied, âIâm so sorry, Evangeline. For what I put you through. For everything.â
Evangeline looked at him for a long while, the silence stretching out between them. Her gaze held a mixture of sadness, confusion, and something elseâhurt, maybe, a pain she had kept buried. Finally, she took a breath, her voice steady but laced with an ache that made his chest tighten.
âSebastian⌠why didnât you come to Professor Figâs funeral?â she asked, her tone soft but insistent, like sheâd been holding back the question for months. âYou must have known what happened. I⌠I could have died in the repository fighting Ranrok. And you didnât even come to see if I was okay. You didnât even check.â
Sebastianâs heart sank, her words cutting deeper than any curse. He dropped his gaze, unable to look her in the eyes as he struggled to find an answer that might make sense of his choices, choices that seemed so senseless now. He opened his mouth to respond but faltered, shame tightening around his throat.
âI wanted to,â he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. âI thought about it every day, wondered how you were, if you wereâŚâ He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as if he could smooth out the jumble of emotions tightening in his chest. âBut I was⌠I was afraid.â
Evangelineâs brow furrowed, her expression hardening with a mix of disbelief and hurt. âAfraid?â she echoed, her voice brittle.
He flinched, words coming out stilted. "After everything Iâd done, after all the damage I caused, I thought⌠maybe it would be better if I stayed away. I didnât want to make things worse for you. I thought if I showed upâif you had to look at me, remember what I didââ He stopped, his voice breaking, then took a shuddering breath. âI thought it might only hurt you more.â
Evangelineâs eyes glistened, but her gaze remained steady, unwavering. âSo you thought avoiding me would make things better? That Iâd just forget what happened?â Her voice wavered, a hint of anger slipping through her grief. âSebastian, you aren't just anyone to me. You know that right?â She paused, blinking back tears, her voice softening. "You're... you were my best friend, Sebastian. You were the one person I thought I could count on, no matter what. Especially after all the shit you put me through. And when I⌠when I needed you most, you werenât there.â
Her words cut through him like a knife, sharp and unyielding, yet layered with a sadness that made his heart ache. He felt his throat tighten, each syllable pressing on the wound heâd tried so hard to bury. Best friend. The words felt fragile now, like something heâd shattered beyond repair.
He swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak. âI know I failed you." His voice broke, raw with the weight of everything he hadnât been able to say. âI was a coward. I should have been there. Evangeline, I can't tell you how deeply sorry I am. Truly.â
He wanted to reach for her, to bridge the gap, but he knew any move would be too much, too soon. Instead, he took a deep breath, steadying himself. âI know I canât erase the past,â he whispered, his voice filled with regret. âBut Iâll do whatever it takes to make things right, even if it takes the rest of my life. I⌠I want to be worthy of being someone you trust."
Evangeline studied him for a long moment, her gaze flickering over his face as if searching for somethingâperhaps the remnants of the Sebastian sheâd once trusted, the friend sheâd relied on so deeply. He held his breath, afraid to move, afraid that anything he did would shatter the fragile moment between them.
Then, slowly, she rose from her seat, her expression softening in a way he hadnât seen in what felt like lifetimes. She took a tentative step toward him, and he felt his heart pound, unable to process what she might do next.
Before he could gather his thoughts, she closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle but unmistakably real embrace.
Sebastianâs breath caught, and for a heartbeat, he didnât react, too stunned to even lift his arms. Heâd spent months in isolation, cut off from everyone, from everything, and the warmth of her touch felt almost surreal, like something he had only dreamed about in his loneliest moments. He felt the solid warmth of her against him, grounding him in a way he hadnât experienced in so long that it almost hurt.
After a second that felt both painfully brief and achingly infinite, he brought his arms up slowly, hesitantly, as if he might break her with too much force. His hands settled on her back, and he held her carefully, feeling the weight of her trustâthe small, tentative step forward she was offering him.
Sebastianâs breath caught, and for a heartbeat, he didnât react, too stunned to even lift his arms. Heâd spent months in isolation, cut off from everyone, from everything, and the warmth of her touch felt almost surreal, like something he had only dreamed about in his loneliest moments. He felt the solid warmth of her against him, grounding him in a way he hadnât experienced in so long that it almost hurt.
It was then that the ache in his chest flared into something deeper, sharper. The remorse, the regret, the longingâeverything heâd been carrying seemed to rise to the surface, threatening to overflow.
âEvangeline,â he whispered, his voice breaking, âIâm so sorry."
The words spilled out, raw and unguarded, his voice trembling with everything heâd buried beneath guilt and silence. But as he held her, something elseâsomething deeperâsurfaced alongside his remorse. A feeling heâd kept locked away, hidden even from himself, now slipping free in her embrace.
Sebastianâs heart hammered, his senses overwhelmed not only by her warmth and her familiar scent but by the realization that she was there, close enough to touch, to feel. And in that closeness, he felt the full weight of what heâd tried so hard to ignore for so long: he wasnât just sorry for betraying her trust. He was sorry for nearly losing the one person heâd come to care for so fiercely it frightened him. He was sorry for letting his desperation take precedence over her, over their friendship, and, painfully, over the chance that there might have been something more between them.
The way she fit in his arms was achingly familiar, like a piece of himself he he never realized was missing until she filled it. The gentle weight of her against him, the warmth radiating through their touchâthese things felt like both a comfort and a torment, a reminder of how much heâd kept hidden, how much heâd risked losing.
For a moment, he let himself imagine what it would be like if she stayed like this, if he could keep her close, safe, away from all the shadows heâd let creep into his life. He tightened his hold, pressing his cheek against her hair, feeling her heartbeat steady against his chest.
She didnât respond, but she didnât pull away either. Her presence felt like forgiveness and reluctance in equal measure, and he knew that any chance he had of winning her trust again would be slow, delicateâa path heâd have to walk carefully.
But even if it took years, he knew heâd wait. Because he loved her, and as painful as it was to stand on this fragile ground, he couldnât imagine a life without her in it. If he had to start from the beginning, building back the trust heâd shattered, he would do it. And maybe, someday, he could tell her how much she meant to him. But for now, he settled for this one, fragile embrace, a small glimmer of hope that they might still have a future together, even if that future was yet unwritten.
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I really want to know what the devs had in mind when they used that "if not for, then for Anne".
"If not for cause A, than for cause B"
I had to stop and think cause if you think about it, usually when you say it, you use the first part, "if not for cause A," which to the speaker feels like a lower tier/something they see as of lower value to their themselves and especially to the person they are trying to convince.
In the second part of that line, "than for cause B", which to the speaker see has a higher tier of value/worth that to themselves and likely to the person that they are trying to convince.
In this case, "if not for me" <--- where Sebastian is speaking and referring to himself, he sees himself as a lower tier/value of worth.
"than for Anne." <--- which Sebastian sees as someone having higher tier of value/worth in his life (and assume that the listener -MC - will also agree to).
When Sebastian says when he says "if not for me, than for Anne", what he really ends up saying and meaning with that when he begs MC to help him is:
"I know I don't have much value/worth but you see Anne does"
Because in his mind (and from what Solomon essentially verbally beats into the boy), Sebastian doesn't see himself having great value/worth, but his sister does.
Thats what that line really means.
Sebastian: "if not for me, than for Anne"
Sebastian --> "If am not valuable/worthy enough of taking the risk, then please do it for my sister who is someone who I see as valuable/worthy; moreso than me."
When you break it down like that, you can see the damage Solomon has done in which even Sebastian himself sees himself not having that much of great worth subconsciously with that line. It is canon that Solomon verbally abuses him. This is not something that is too far from a stretch when it comes to abused children. Abused children don't feel worthy.
And make no mistake, Sebastian is an abused child. Sebastian is an unwanted child to Solomon who make him aware of it when Solomon get the chance to do so. Solomon compare Sebastian to his father in a bad/poor light.
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Sebastian: "If not for me (who I see as not worthy), than for Anne (who I see as worthy and you probably do as well)"
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Its not a missed lined opportunity.
It's a line telling you more about Sebastian's psyche. How he sees himself.
He is not worthy.
And more importantly, he is a hurt boy.
they really messed up by not making seb's line as "if not for anne then for me" because THAT would:
(a) help give MC more dimension by turning them grayer â they're not doing it for some sickly girl they barely knew they're doing it because the sickly girl dying would hurt one of theirs. it would hurt their friend. it would hurt sebastian beyond repair and that cannot happen.
(b) push more suspicion on the balance of sebastian's desperation, friendship, and manipulation to the extremes. are you really his friend? or are you just another powerful ally that helps him achieve his end no matter the means. "i like having friends in my debt" is this friendship (love?) or just another debt you have to pay?
#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow x mc#solomon sallow#anne sallow#Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk#Solomon sucks even more now >:P#Sebastian Sallow needs a hug
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i can never find sebastian attractive because he falls into that âcomfort character but like in a familial wayâ bracket. thatâs my best friend. thatâs my little brother. what do you mean heâs sexy - i just saw that fool trip up the stairs
#boxd chitchat#sebastian sallow#heâs so baby boy#he needs a hug SO bad you guys#this is a service iâm going to provide#platonic seb content hits so diff#heâs very aesthetically pleasing tho#pretty man awooga#but heâs so dear to me regardless
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This is what happened in my game I swear! đ
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No, but I literally think about this every day. Sebastian's quest line is devastating and if I think about it too much, my heart hurts. Because leading up to that one awful decision is a whole lifetime of loss and grief and pain, abandonment and trauma and abuse. The kid was doomed the moment he lost his parents, but the worst part is that he's actually such a good kid. He's not evil, he doesn't want to hurt anybody, he's just trying to hold it all together on his own and it's just too much for any one person to deal with.
I love him so much. I want him to have the best life and the brightest future, but I just don't see how it could ever be possible for him after he kills Solomon.
Looking at Sebastianâs story, Iâm reminded of how a single action can have so many ramifications. Take his duel with Uncle Solomon for example. Not only is a manâs life taken, but so many other consequences branch out from Uncle Solomonâs death. With him and Anne gone, Ominis will have to return to his abusive family over the summer. I doubt that he will ever call Feldcroft his home again. And with her main caregiver gone, Anne will either end up with a distant relative, in an orphanage or Sebastian will have to withdraw from Hogwarts to care for her. Weâre not able to see the off-screen estrangement between Ominis and Sebastian, but we can all guess what happens next. You could argue that Ominis lost his found family the same way he had lost his birth family.
#Ow my feelings#Sebastian Sallow#Sebastian Sallow needs a hug#Hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fandom
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The more quests I play with Sebastian the more convinced I am that a simply hugging him once wouldâve prevented all this
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#hogwats legacy sebastian#life#he jsut needs a hug#possible spoiler i guess#spoiler#I know he killed someone but he's basically crying and I can't even hug him#he only ever walks away crying
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A Guiding Light
Rating: General Audiences
Category: M/M
Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy
Relationship: Ominis Gaunt/Player Character
Additional Tags: POV Ominis Gaunt, Slytherin Player Character, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Jealousy, Tragic Backstory, Eventual Fluff, Ominis Gaunt Needs a Hug
Story Summary: Ominis Gaunt has been blind for his whole life, relying solely on his wand to show him the way. But when his wand one day goes missing, he finds guidance in an unlikely place, and soon a whole new world opens up to him.
Chapter 4 - however long it takes (to make you realise)
Word Count: 3342 [published on archive 14/03 2024]
Notes: chapter 4 is finally here, so enjoy!
(i know this one took a bit longer to post, but i'm still playing the game, so from here on it might take longer between each upload)
alsooo down below is a picture (of bad quality, i know, so don't at me) of my MC aka Kieran Everbleed, cuz i thought you might want to know what he looks like (seeing as i can't really have Ominis describe his looks...)
It was Saturday morning and Ominis had just been rudely woken up by the shrill noise of an alarm clock going off. Blasted little bugger, he thought as he stirred in his four-poster. Why would anyone set an alarm on a Saturday? It was totally barbaric.Â
âSorry.â someone mumbled to his left - it was Albert Hickling. Of course it was Albert Hickling. For over four years he had tinkered with his own inventions, putting spells on them to make them do all sorts of unimaginable things. Never before, though, had he done anything with an alarm clock.Â
âIt wasnât meant to do that, I thought I had bewitched it to transform into a duck every morning so I could have it in my bath.â
âWhat?â Either Ominis was still too groggy from sleep, or it was the silliest thing he had ever heard.Â
âIt wouldnât be a real duck, of course!â
âNever mind that, could you just make it stop?â he said, because the alarm clock was, in fact, still ringing.Â
âOh! Sorry.â Hickling mumbled again, fumbling with the noisy gadget for a good couple of seconds before it finally became quiet.Â
Ominis rolled his eyes. Idiot, he thought as he dragged the covers over himself again.Â
It wasnât until he heard Hickling leave the dormitory a moment later, that it occurred to him that none of the other boys had woken up. Sebastian, he knew for a fact, was a heavy sleeper, and could sleep through most things - though something as loud and obnoxious as that alarm clock would surely have woken anyone up. As for Everbleed, he hadnât learnt what type of sleeper he was - but even if he was a heavy sleeper as well, there was no reason why he shouldnât have woken up.Â
Ominis regretted that he hadnât asked Hickling what time it was when the clock had rung - if he had, he would have known now, if it was a time in the morning when the boys would normally be in bed.Â
Lifting himself up to his elbows, he called out for Sebastian but got nothing in response. It was awfully quiet, now that he thought about it. On most mornings, he could hear faint snoring coming from Sebastian, but right now, the room was completely silent.Â
âSebastian? Are you there?... Everbleed?â Still no response. Ominis frowned. Normally, he and Sebastian would wake up at roughly the same time, a consequence from sleeping in the same room since they were 11, he was sure of, then Everbleed would slowly start to wake up, and eventually the three of them would go to breakfast together. But now there seemed to be only him here.Â
A voice in the back of his head told him that the two of them had gone on without him - but he tried not to listen. After Sebastian had talked to him on the bridge last week, Ominis had been under the impression that things had gone back to normal between them - but now he wasnât so sure anymore.
He let his arms fall to his side and his head was once again reunited with the pillow. He sighed, but found that when he did, his chest ached a bit, so he brought his hand up and clutched the fabric of his pyjamas, right over his heart. As he did so, he thought about how pathetic he was, and that it made perfect sense that Sebastian would want to abandon him.Â
He closed his eyes shut, hard, and wished that he could just fall back to sleep, but he knew there was no way he could do that now. Not with all these thoughts filling up his entire mind. Things will be all right, he told himself, I will be all right.Â
...
Sleep had, unbeknownst to Ominis, swept him away an hour later, easing his mind as well as his body. When he came to, it was because he had, for a second time that morning, been woken up.Â
âAre you still sleeping? Youâre going to miss breakfast if you donât get up soon.â
Ominis could only respond with a sluggish âMmâ for he was too tired to be able to make a, perhaps more coherent, response.Â
After a moment, he heard his stomach rumble as hunger overwhelmed him, and he woke up more and more. When he eventually sat up in his bed, stretching his arms over his head, the thoughts that had occupied his mind earlier came back and hit him straight in his gut. Breakfast didnât seem so inviting all of a sudden.Â
âYou wouldnât happen to know where Sebastian is, would you?â he asked before he even realised it.Â
âNo, but I heard him and Kieran early this morning, talking about Feldcroft. They seemed to be in a hurry.âÂ
The answer threw another punch to his gut and he felt sick. He was sure he would have thrown up, if it wasnât for the fact that Hickling was in the room.Â
âI thought it was strange that he left without you.â
âLeft without youâ The words echoed in his mind, taunting him, cutting him. âLeft without youâ He could feel the bad taste in his mouth as the words only grew louder. âLeft without youâ He ran out of the dormitory, running like a wild beast that had been let loose. ⌠Then he fell and hit the floor, and everything came all at once - the vomit, the tears, the blood.Â
...
For a third time that morning, Ominis was woken up. This time, however, it wasnât whilst lying in bed - but on the cold stone floor of the common room, and not when he had been asleep, but when he had been unconscious.Â
Everything was a big blur to him. His head throbbed violently and he felt dizzy. He could hear rushed murmurs coming from all directions, but he couldnât make out any of the words over the ringing in his ears. Someone shook him by the shoulder, calling his name, but Ominis just lay there, unable to produce any sort of response. Then he could feel a pair of arms picking him up, and a warm body against his own. In the state he was in, he couldnât understand anything that was going on.Â
...
He felt something soft touch his back and he realised that he must have been laid down. No more than a second later someoneâs hand was on his forehead, then at both sides of his head, prodding at him, wiping at his face. He could hear a woman muttering to his side, but her words werenât any clearer than the voices earlier had been - these, too, were rushed. Then, before he could even register it, his back had been lifted up and something was placed in his hand to hold. Ominis blinked, still feeling very out of it. He heard more muttering, and the next thing he knew, someone grabbed the object from his hand, brought it up to his lips, and then a nasty liquid hit his tongue. He wanted to spit it out immediately, but found that whoever was feeding him this liquid was still pouring it into his mouth, making it impossible to do so.Â
Whatever it was that he had been forced to drink, he felt an instant effect from it as soon as he swallowed it. The throbbing in his head died down to a level where it was almost completely gone, and his ears no longer rang. The woman spoke to him again, and this time Ominis could hear every word.Â
âMr. Gaunt? This is nurse Blainey - you are in the hospital wing. It seems you fell and took a blow to your head.âÂ
As he registered her words, Ominis brought his hand up to his head, and frowned - he couldnât remember falling and hitting his head.Â
âItâs best if you stay here for a couple of hours, so I can keep an eye on you. Now, be still, so I can put this on you.âÂ
He didnât know what âthisâ referred to, but felt the matronâs hands on his head again, apparently putting on some sort of bandage.Â
âDo you remember how this happened at all?â
âNo.â he replied, his voice coming out slightly hoarse.Â
âYour prefect, Mr. Hickling, arrived with you in a hurry, just moments ago. He told me he saw you running out of the dormitory looking sick, and that when he heard a commotion in the common room he went to see what was going on. Thatâs apparently when you had hurt yourself.âÂ
The matron finished wrapping him up and said âYou donât have to remember now, it will all come back to you after youâve had some rest, so donât strain yourself. Now, if you would be so kind, Mr. HicklingâŚâ
Ominis hadnât realised Hickling was still in the hospital wing with them.Â
âOf course, nurse Blainey. Ominis, I shall leave you now. Hopefully youâll feel better soon.âÂ
Ominis made his second incoherent response to Hickling that morning, but it was the best he could do - he was still trying to understand why the other boy would have shown him such kindness.
âOh, I almost forgot, nurse Blainey, Ominis hasnât eaten his breakfast yetâŚâ
âWhy didnât you say so? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Here I was, giving him medicine on an empty stomachâŚ. Oh well, best call for the house-elves, so they can bring some food up then.âÂ
...
The rest of the morning and afternoon went by faster than Ominis thought it would, considering he was meant to spend it in a hospital bed. He had managed to rest for the most part, albeit shorter periods at a time, and the rest of the time he had spent listening to nurse Blainey moving across the room, tending to other students. At some point Hickling had come back with his clothes and schoolrobe so he could change out of his pyjamas.Â
Later, when the matron finally came to remove his bandage, she announced that he was free to go, and Ominis felt relieved.Â
âBe careful not to make any sudden head movements though, and should you feel anything at all, come back and see me again.âÂ
âOf course, nurse Blainey-â he said, and started stepping away from the bed, but realised soon that he was without his wand. â-My wandâŚâÂ
âOh, itâs right here, dear-â she handed it over to him, placing it in his hand. â-Mr. Hickling brought it with him when he dropped off your clothes.âÂ
âAh⌠thank you.â he managed a smile, and then proceeded to walk away from the bed, and out of the hospital wing.Â
...
As soon as Ominis reached the Grand Staircase, he was overwhelmed with loud voices. All around him students were chatting away with their friends, talking about what they had been up to during the day, and what they planned to do tomorrow. Some students, further away from him, mentioned being in Hogsmeade, eating and drinking at the Three Broomsticks. A group of girls talked about how they went down to Lower Hogsfield and what a lovely little place it was.Â
It all made Ominis feel like he had been stuck in a sort of hazy dream the entire day - coming in and out of consciousness, and not really knowing what had been going on for the most part. He had missed out on a whole day he could have spent doing the things the students around him had done. But it was just one day, he told himself, no matter. Itâs not like he normally spends his free days visiting Hogsmeade or the neighbouring hamlets, anyway. Nonetheless, a sense of gloominess washed over him as he descended the stairs towards the Reception Hall.Â
A waft of delicious food reached Ominisâ nostrils as the doors to the Great Hall opened and closed by students coming in and out, and the gloomy feeling turned to hunger. It felt to him like no time at all had passed since the house-elves had brought him breakfast. Here I go, eating again, he thought to himself. All he had done this day, so far, had been eating and sleeping.Â
...
Dinner had been exquisite. All the things Ominis loved tasted particularly good this evening - the roast chicken was juicier, the sausages fattier, and the roast potatoes crispier than ever. He couldnât think of a time when he had been this full - not even on his very first day as a first-year.Â
I wonder if I still have room for some dessert? But it probably wonât arrive any time soon, he thought as he rubbed his belly. Though I might as well stay here for a while, Iâm too tired to go anywhere at the moment. He let out a content sigh, but was interrupted halfway.Â
âYou look like you swallowed a dugbog - were you that hungry?â It was Sebastian.
 Ominis was just about to give a snarky retort when suddenly there was a strange feeling in his head. It didnât hurt, exactly, more like it made him a wee bit dizzy. He shut his eyes, but when he did, memories of the early morning came back to him - very fast, and very vividly, and he felt increasingly dizzier. He didnât even notice nearly falling off of the bench, until a pair of hands steadied him.Â
âDonât touch me.â he spat out instantaneously.Â
He was met with something he could only assume was a stunned silence. Then, whilst still a little shaky, he stood up and began to walk away, bumping into Sebastian on purpose. It didnât take long, however, until Sebastianâs hand was on his arm, trying to stop him.Â
âOminis? Wha-â
âDonât talk to me.â
âDid something happen?âÂ
Ominis ignored the question at first, just puffing out air, shaking his head in disbelief, trying to convey the message that he was upset. Then he grabbed Sebastian's arm forcefully and dragged him to the side of the hall, where they could have some privacy. There, he answered the question with a question of his own.
âWhat do you think?â he said through gritted teeth.
âWell, youâre obviously upset, I can see that.â
âHow observant of you, anything else?â
âYouâre being really snappy towards me.â
âOh, yeah?âÂ
Sebastian sighed, and after a couple of seconds said âWhy are you being like this, Ominis? If I did something to offend you, just say so.âÂ
âOffend me?â he huffed loudly. âI think you would know for yourself if you had done something to offend me.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âExactly what it sounds like!âÂ
âOkay, so I have offended you? When exactly?â
âYou havenât offended me Sebastian, youâve hurt me!â he yelled out, tears starting to form in his eyes. âAre you really that oblivious?â
âIf youâre talking about the Undercroft again, Iâve already apologised for that-â
âThatâs not what this is about!â
âThen, what is it about?!â
âEverbleed!â he practically screamed out, tears now streaming down his cheeks.Â
âWhat does he have to do with this?â
âEverything! Heâs got everything to do with this, canât you see? You spend so much time with him, you barely have any left to spend with me anymore! And as if the Undercroft thing wasnât bad enough, you even bring him to Feldcroft to meet Anne? You didnât stop to think that perhaps I wanted to go meet her again? That I, who happen to actually be her friend, would be happy to hear her voice again? No? Did it never occur to you?!âÂ
He fell backwards against the wall, shaking with uncontrollable sobs, feeling utterly miserable.Â
âAm I not your friend, Sebastian? Do I mean that little to you?âÂ
Several seconds passed in a suffocating silence, and he thought that this had to be it - the moment he would lose his most dearest friend. He knew that if Sebastian didnât want him anymore, things would go back to how they were before they were friends, before he got to Hogwarts. He would be on his own again, the only company the one found in solitude. But he didnât want that, he didnât want to go back to being all alone, with no one to talk to, or to laugh with, or to create memories together with. But that had already started to happen. It started on the very first day of their fifth year. A tear in a bond that he thought was so strong that nothing could break it, but has just kept on growing.Â
âOminisâŚâ Sebastianâs voice was not more than a breath of air, and Ominis could barely hear it over his own thoughts. âI am sorry. I am truly sorry⌠I didnât know you felt like this. You know you mean a lot to me-â
âNo, Sebastian, I donât.â he cut him off quietly, and Sebastian sighed.Â
âYou and Anne are the most important people in my life; I wouldnât know what to do without either of you.â
âThen why didnât you let me come meet her?â
Sebastian sighed once again, and took a step closer.Â
âWhat you have to understand, Ominis, is that there are bigger things going on. War is almost upon us and goblins are terrorising people everywhere. Thereâs not a single hamlet that is safe anymore, especially Feldcroft. Itâs just a matter of time before they curse someone from the village again, and I just donât want that to be you.â
Ominis closed his eyes. He just didnât want to hear it.Â
âYou donât think I can handle my own.âÂ
âThatâs not what I said, Ominis.â
âBut I know thatâs what you meant. You didnât want me there with you to slow you down, so you brought Everbleed with you instead - perfect little Everbleed who can defeat a whole troll on his own.-â He pushed himself off of the wall, and stepped closer to Sebastian, stopping right in front of his face. â-Isnât that right?âÂ
A few silent seconds passed.Â
âYouâre being ridiculous.â Sebastian said and moved away. Ominis clenched his jaw.Â
âIâll leave you alone then, if thatâs what you think. I have no interest in being here anyway.âÂ
He didnât get very far though, before Sebastian said âBefore you go, I want to speak to you about something else, if you care to listen.âÂ
Ominis made no sign of moving, and Sebastian continued âYou remember me mentioning Salazar Slytherinâs Scriptorium, right?-âÂ
â-Iâve already told you how I feel about that.â
âYes, well, I hoped you could give it some more thought. I believe, if we were to enter the Scriptorium, we could find something that could provide us with useful information about a cure for Anne.âÂ
Ominis clenched his jaw harder.Â
âThat Scriptorium means only bad things, and I want nothing to do with the dark magic that lies within it-âÂ
â-Even if it means finding a cure?âÂ
âI will not change my mind on this matter! Anything to do with the Dark Arts should be avoided. Itâs too risky.â
âAnything to do with Salazar Slytherin is worth the risk.â
âI canât agree, and Iâll not say a word more. Iâm sorry.âÂ
With those final words, Ominis walked away from Sebastian - his head pounding and his heart aching. He couldnât even be bothered to care when he realised he had collided with Everbleed, he just wanted to get away from the Great Hall as fast as possible.Â
...
It was cold in the dormitory, where he lay in his four-poster, thinking hard on everything that had transpired that day - first hitting his head, then spending the day in the hospital wing, and lastly, everything that had gone down between him and Sebastian in the Great Hall. Perhaps he hadnât lost his most dearest friend that day, but he wasnât sure how much longer it would take before their bond would eventually break.Â
He turned onto his side and dragged the duvet over his head, trying not to think, because he just wanted to go to sleep, forget about everything and for this day to finally end.Â
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At First Glance... Part VIII
Chapter 7 <<<||| Chapter 8 ||| >>> Chapter 9
...On Changes
Sebastian hated change.
It never meant good things for him.
Such as when he went from having a loving family with living parents and a healthy sister to living with Uncle Solomon and leaving Anne behind for school when her curse became too much.
From having an unbreakable trio made up of him, Anne and Ominis to him and Ominis barely on friendly terms a year after Anne left.
And now, change had even struck his friendship with MC.
During those lonely moments when he allowed himself a moment to imagine what it would be like to reunite with MC again, they were memories reimagined to new adventures, kitchen raids and games they would play once more. Comparing notes, reviewing in the Undercroft, study buddies into the dead of night. Duel partners watching each otherâs back with no questions asked.
Sebastian thought that uniting with MC mean things would go back to normal. Things will finally go back to the way they were with wands blazing, spells shot out, and friendly banter between them like they used to do before.
He didnât expect for another change to cripple the little normality he had gain in his life when he befriended MC.
In fact, Sebastain didnât expect for there to be so many small changes in their partnership.
Specifically in her reactions.
It seems as if that small pause, that little hiatus in their friendship was enough for MC to change while apart from each other. Changes that he felt like he couldnât keep up with.
âThese âKeepersâ are playing games with you. You need to press them for more information.â He huffed, angry on her part for how they kept critical information from her to mastering her magic.
âIt doesnât work like that.â MC crossed her arms with a frown. âTo access each of these memories, I have to complete a trial. Itâs not as easy as you think. Theyâre showing me the memories in a particular order. Theyââ
âUgh. Either they donât trust you or you donât care enough about Anne to ask the difficult questions!â Sebastian glared.
He was certain that before their hiatus, their break in friendship, MC wouldnât have shrunk in on herself when they talked about her ancient magic keeper friends. Or even sigh and say:
âI do care about Anne, but Iâm tired of explaining myself. Perhaps we should part ways.â
At that he froze.
âThatâs â thatâs not what I meant. I ââ He took in a deep breath to calm himself, to prevent that ice forming in his stomach from expanding â- weâre just not getting answers. I need answers. For Anne.â
âI know.â MC sighed as she looked at the ground and kicked a stray rock away. She then threw her head back to look at the stars. âI know.â She stated once more, letting silence fill in the air.
A silence that he found was worse than when they argued.
It suffocated him.
Sebastian didnât know what to do. He didnât know what to say to make it better.
MC stared at the stars, as if counseling them to determine whether she should leave him or not. She frowned and sighed.
He never seen MC sigh that much in his life.
Nor did he ever felt like he was in the greatest trial of his life as she looked back down at him with steel determined eyes. The ice in his stomach grew spikes as she opened her mouth to give him the verdict.
To determine whether he was worthy of her presence or not.
Worthy of her friendship.
The first friendship he made on his own.
âNow, shall we see why the triptych led us here?â She smirked, a mischievous light filling her eyes.
The ice in his stomach melted as a warmth filled him and spread out to all of his body. Not even the night breeze could cool it.
Sebastian smiled back before taking off with a âLetâs go, quickly. Before weâre spotted.â
He hoped that leading the two of them will give MC less time to doubt her decision on renewing their friendship.
A friendship that he found too valuable to lose over petty things.
Her friendship with him made his world truly better for it.
It wasnât until when their quest into the mountain truly started, did he realize how much had changed between them.
âŚ
âKeep a close eye out. I saw some of Ranrokâs crew moving off the path just ahead.â He alerted her, like a good partner should.
âI wonder why.â MC hummed as she ran next to him.
Once more Sebastian was grateful for the growth spurt he had this past summer before he met her this year. If it wasnât for the couple of inches he grew, he was certain that MC would outrun him.
âRaiding, I imagine. This mountain used to safeguard local hamlet valuables.â He huffed before frowning when MC started outrunning him. I need to exercise more if I want to keep up with her. He thought as he said,
âBut itâs been abandoned ever since Ranrok took hold of the coast.â
âShite.â MC cursed a few paces ahead of him.
That was a new change. MC rarely cursed, deemed it too lowly of her to do so.
âInlusio.â She whispered, activating the disillusionment spell. He immediately followed suit.
âIâll be quieter than a Jobberknoll.â Sebastian whispered. He needed her to know that heâll be a good partner.
That it wasnât a mistake continuing her friendship with him.
âStay back and cover for me. Iâm going to petrify them and take a look around.â She mumbled in front of him.
âFine.â He stated, unhappy with her decision.
Sebastian frowned as he watched the shimming air in front of him go forward. One by one, she oh so s l o w l y took out each globin with a Petrificus Totalus! The globins would then freeze up and fall backwards still as a statue.
In total, it took her less then ten minutes to sneak behind all of them and petrify them. Not once did a spell or a weapon flew off from a globin to harm her.
Cover her back? He thought as that same icy feeling from earlier crept in on his stomach. What does she even need me here for? I didnât even fire one shot!
The shimmering air appeared before him again as she whispered,
âFollow me, Sebastian.â
He nodded, not that she could see him. They didnât even finite the disillusionment spell until they were yards away from the globin camp.
âWell, that went way better than expected.â She grinned at him.
âIâll say. You hogged the fight and took them all out MC.â He snorted with a frown. âAnd why so sneaky when we left? They were already down. No need to be quiet if theyâre out for the count.â He glared.
âJust be happy that we didnât have to fight Sebastian. Things arenât quite like they used to be.â MC rolled her eyes.
âIâll say.â Sebastian scowled.
âWhatever. Letâs keep going.â She huffed.
âLead the way. Iâve got your back.â He stated with a waved hand pointed towards the mountain.
MC nodded.
âŚ
As they continued onward towards the mountain with a light jog, Sebastian found another thing that was different now than how it was like before when they went on quests together. And it was one that made the ice in his stomach slowly grow and creep forward.
The suffocating silence.
MC kept mute the entire time they jogged, never making a quip or a one-liner like she used to before the argument that led to the Friendship Hiatus as he started calling it. The quiet was a bit unnerving. It felt as if he still was on trial when MC was staring at the stars, debating about whether or not he should join her on this quest. The small creeping icy sensation in his stomach hasnât left yet since her fight with the goblins.
Sebastian wasnât certain what he should or shouldnât say now. He didnât want to give her another reason to part ways with him, but he didnât want this silence to linger that had only allowed the ice inside of him to grow.
NEIGHAAAAAW!!!!
Then his saving grace from the silence came in the form of his least favorite beast.
âThestrals overhead.â He stated, in a voice that he tried to keep as blasĂŠ as possible. âSome consider them a bad omen.â
âHmmâŚNot everyone does.â MC stated with a shrug of her shoulders as she glanced back at him before looking away towards their destination.
The quiet returned once more.
âI know that.â He huffed with a roll of his eyes.
âAll right.â MC sighed, not even looking back at him this time.
âIâm making small talk.â He quipped. âIâm not going to trek up this mountain in silence.â
And thatâs just what they did despite his displeasure with it.
Itâs hard to hold a two-person conversation when one party didnât even bother with replying. That small icy feeling in his stomach from before grew. Little by little, it crept up his esophagus with each step the two took deep into the mountain. Until he couldnât take it anymore as he felt the chill reach his larynx and broke his silence once more with the verbal thought of:
âI bet the Thestral nestâs close by.â
MC stopped and just when he thought she was going to banter back as she opened her mouth, he saw her wand rise.
Immediately, he was on guard. Mentally preparing for another goblin fight (and one that he can hopefully participate in). Only to be let down when MC said:
âIncendio.â
Her wand pointed towards thickets growing between two tall boulders.
She ignored me. Sebastian thought as he watched the fire burn everything away.
But it didnât melt the hollow cold feeling he felt inside of his gut.
Once more MC took the lead as Sebastian followed behind her like a loyal Hufflepuff. At this point, he didnât know what else to say to keep the conversation flowing. Sebastian was certain that MC didn-
âIâm sorry we can both see Thestrals.â MC stated as she came to a stop. Sebastian soon followed afterwards, mouth ajar as he started at MCâs back before he made his way to stand next to her.
A few feet in front of them stood the two thestrals they saw flying above them earlier.
âItâs certainly not something Iâd hoped weâd have in common.â He sadly smiled as he glanced at the thestrals before looking at her. While she still didnât look back towards him, her eyes too busy admiring the Black Beauties (as she liked to call them, something about them reminding her of some famous horse in a muggle animal novel she read), he was happy enough to have this version of his friend back. One who would talk back to him and not let him feel as if he was all alone-
âLevioso!â MC hissed, shooting at both Thestral. The two beast levitated in the air before they were pulled into the Nab Sack she pulled out of her satchel. Soon, both beasts were packed away, presumably for safe keeping in the vivarium later.
By the time Sebastian looked at MC jaw-dropped, the Nab Sack was tucked away in her magical satchel once more. Then MC met his eyes.
âWhat? I gotten good at capturing them. I rather not let the poachers get them and sell these black beauties for parts.â MC glared back.
âNothingâŚI just didnât expect you to be that fast.â Sebastian smiled with his arms raised.
âWellâŚPoppy and I had to improve our skills.â She nervously grinned as he dropped his arms. âNeither of us want the beasts to fall into the wrong hands. Too many of them have been abused and caged as is.â MC sighed as she glanced towards the sky.
The silence filled the air once more.
âSo, is it true then?â Sebastian found the words leaving his lips without much thought.
âWhatâs true?â MC frowned as she glanced down at him. Â
âThat you and Poppy found a dragon egg?â He frowned.
Sebastian hated it that he had to depend on the Hogwarts rumor mill to learn about what sort of mischief his former best friend got into. It made the small Friendship Hiatus they had feel greater than the one month they spent apart.
MC scoffed and rolled her eyes before starting a light trek into a different direction.
âDonât believe everything you hear out of the Hogwarts rumor mill Sebastian.â
Sebastian would have accepted that as her answer if it wasnât for the smirking lips she had as she started jogging once more.
So, MC did find a dragon egg âwaitaminute!
âWhat have you been up to MC?â Sebastian stated as the ice in his stomach grew spikes once more.
The longest the two had ever spent apart before their hiatus was at most a day. They would either meet up at breakfast or at dinner where they would at least recap about the day they had, sharing the small adventures they had apart from each other.
Sebastian knew that he wasnât the only one who went on quests with her; he knew that she and Natty were doing some reconnaissance work to gather evidence to bring charges against Harlow. That she and Poppy were on a two-women mission to protect the beast and take down poachers.
Heck! Even Larson and Thakker were working with MC ever since they took a break on their friendship. What the two were doing wandering the Highlands; Sebastian wasnât certain. The only rumors he heard that those three got up to were exploring Astrology Tables.
Typical Eagles.
At least I hope they are. Just looking for just Astrology Tables means that theyâre staying out of troubleâŚthatâs MC isnât looking for major trouble. I mean I donât think Iâve ever seen Thakker fight at Crossed WandsâŚat least Larson is keeping her safe? He fought beforeâŚeven if he isnât that good. Sebastian thought as he felt his handgrip on his wand tighten as if he could send spells into the past to assist her in whatever unknown battles sheâs gotten into. I know those two wonât go looking for trouble or even go near goblinsâŚright?
âJust some community service Sebastian. Someone has to clean upâŚbut thereâs something important you need to know.â She frowned.
âWhat is it?â He narrowed his eyebrows, partly nervous but moreso pleased that she was willing to share deep secrets with him again.
That he was her to-go person once more.
âCome closer, canât be too careful. Canât know whoâs listening.â She frowned as he nodded and lean his head forward.
It seemed as if the distance wasnât enough as she got a hold of both of her shoulders and pulled his head down to her level. Her lips were by his ear, her breath tickling him.
âJust so you know, tag.â She said as she poked his abdomen. âYouâre it.â She shoved him back with more force than he ever expected from her, causing him to stumble backwards. MC snickered as she looked back at him with a wink before she ran off. âBetter watch my back Sallow!â She whispered-yelled, followed by giggles.
Leaving Sebastian to watch her back now as he got up.
âHey! Get back here MC!â He grumbled, taking off after her as she giggled with an impish smile on her lips and eyes that glimmered underneath the moonlight.
The two ran for quite some time, with MC always looking back to him, greeting his eyes with a twinkle in hers and a cheeky grin.
âBetter move faster than that slowpoke!â She laughed.
âIâm NOT slow. Iâm just out of practice!â He huffed as he pushed his body to its limit. Between forcing himself to run at his top speed and his recent growth spurt, he was soon able grab her arm and pull her back into his arms. âGOT YOU!â He grinned.
Unfortunately, Sebastian didnât take account for his body momentum.
What started as pulling MC into his chest for a hug turned into an accidental ground tackle. He just had enough time to turn his body around to land on his back with an OOF!
âLooks like I still win Sallow. Seems as if Iâm the one who got you.â MC laughed. Her hands were on his shoulder, knees surround his waist with a sharp smirking grin on her face that would match a proudful wampus cat capturing its prey.
Sebastian felt as if his breath was taken out of him as he looked up to the girl who had him pinned down. Who defeated him in front of his peers during a class duel.
And he couldnât help but smile before grunting as she sat on his stomach with a prideful smirk on her lips.
âGet up, youâre heavy MC.â He wheezed.
âWow. Such charm Sallow. Thatâs something every girl wants to hear.â MC chuckled with playful eyes, blinking furiously as she fanned herself with her dirt-covered hand. Her smirk never left.
âYou know what I mean witch.â He gasped with a glare towards her as she snickered. âNow can you get off? Please?â He rasped.
âFine. But only because you said please you Slowpoke.â MC said as she finally got off of him.
Sebastian gasped, pleased to finally fully expand his chest for that sweet cool air.
MCâs hand suddenly appeared in his vision with her smiling head above. A smile he hasnât received in such a long time.
âNeed a hand partner?â She asked with her hand wide open.
âConsidering you got me down here; I expect it partner.â He chuckled as he grabbed hold of hers. But instead of letting her help him to get up, Sebastian ended up puling MC down and back into his arms where he could give her a hug. âNow this is more like it.â He smiled.
He missed her hugs as well. Sebastian could count in one hand how many people would willingly hug him. Only two of those people would spontaneously hug him; and that included the one who was currently in his arms right now.
âIf you wanted a hug, all you had to do was ask Sebastian.â MC said as Sebastian felt her smile against his chest just from her lighthearted tone.
âYou better not regret those words MC when I cash in that statement.â Sebastian grinned. He didnât even have in him to smirk. Not when her eyes met his and it felt like, just felt like everything will be alright.
How can it not be when she was staring at him like that? With the glee of a victorious duel, the awe that came to seeing something incredible during their travel and the warmth that came naturally to her whenever their eyes met. Whether it be during those late-night study sessions, sharing a meal at the kitchens, or even laughing at one of his puns that Anne said were unfunny (who cared what Anne thought? He was funny. Why else would MC laugh or even like them? Or even try to top his and get a crackle out of him as well?), Sebastian found that his favorite feature of hers was her warm eyes.
It was like coming home to a warm hearth after a working out in the fields on a cold winter day. Â
âMe? Regret hugs? Never.â MC smiled.
He pulled her in for another one. If a fireplace could be hugged, he was already doing it.
âGood. Because Iâm going to be giving some whenever I want to too!â he smiled back, letting the smell of mellowsweet (that always seemed to follow her) enrapt his nose. âI missed you MC, you know?â
And somehow, MC managed to hug him back as well despite his arms locking her in his embrace.
Yeah. This is one change I can get used to. He thought as he sighed contently, loosening his hold on her for MC to hug him back properly.
âI missed you too Sebastian.â MC hummed.
âŚ
It was getting colder as they continued walking into the mountain. Everything was as it should be. With MC at point, him at back, wands at ready and a quip thrown here and there.
While it wasnât like before, where they could constantly talk or banter in previous quests due to her concerns, at least MC wasnât going to do the entire trek in silence. Things were splendid. Â
At least until it was broken when a voice yelled out further ahead:
âKill any who trespass!â
Like a hunting dog, Sebastian was on alert and ready to kill his prey on sight as he felt his heartbeat jump and he looked back at MC with a determined smile.
âThere they are. Letâs go!â Sebastian huffed as he took lead of their jog.
âWait! We should have some sort of plan!â MC shouted, huffing as she ran behind him.
Yeah. I donât think so. Iâm not letting you have all the fun. He thought with a frowned, noting another change that occurred without his presence.
Before the Friendship Hiatus, the two of them would charge in, wands blazing, spells on the tip of their tongues. Improv was their main offence tactic. Enemies canât prepare if they donât know what will hit them or had time to react. The pair of them were fantastic duelists.
She was a goddess with her Ancient Magic and he, her steadfast battlemage champion.
 What did MC have to fear between the two of them?
What need was there to scout ahead and plan when all that sneakiness would only end with them petrifying their enemies instead of taking them out? That took time.
Time that they didnât have.
So, instead of letting her ruminate on the best way to get to the high point to see what theyâll be facing, Sebastian took lead and led their two-men party charge on the camp.
âIâm through planning!â He growled as he ran through the gates and into the campsite with a raised wand, flicking it off with a: âCONFRINGO!â
Suddenly, spells, curses and objects flew in the air.
Like their times in Crossed Wand, they made a perfect team. Even if the small hiatus had slightly changed them, time wasnât enough to change their dueling habits with Sebastian taking back and MC at point. MC threw out protegos, letting spells bounce off her shield that would be followed with his bombarda and confringo.
Everything was going great, until MC ran back and grabbed his wrist.
Suddenly, everything was a blur.
One second, he was standing at the center of camp, the next, he felt her ancient magic crash over him like a freezing ocean wave before he felt as if his body was being pulled through air. A blink later, Sebastian was at the edge, away from the axes that stuck each other where they once stood.
Where her protego wouldnât protect him.
He felt his heart stop before it restarted again when MC called down thunder like the goddess that she was.
Sebastian had to close his eyes to fend against the blinding light as he felt the strike shake the ground underneath him. He didnât even have time to recover as he felt a hand drag him down as an axe flew over them and strike the box behind them, barely missing their heads.
âKeep an eye out on their axes!â MC huffed. âProtego doesnât work against whatever dark magic theyâre using on their weapons.â
âDuly Noted.â He gasped as he lifted his wand once more, pointed it at a goblin and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus! "
The fight continued, with more wariness on his part such as keeping an eye out on magical axes, exploding barrels and tossed boxes. MC called down Thunder once more, knocking out another goblin as he tried to either petrify or freeze them to buy them time in between his confringos. Soon the battle had ended, and the camp was cleared of his moral enemies.
He was about to cheer at their victory when MC turned around towards him with narrowed eyes.
âWhat were you thinking?â She said slowly, as if he was as slow as a troll.
âI was thinking about dead globins.â He huffed, not understanding why she was upset when they won.
âYou could have gotten us killed.â She stated in a tense but calm voice.
âBut I didnât.â He rolled his eyes before he noticed another foot-worn pathway in the grown. âLooks like Ranrokâs Loyalists were heading further up the path.â He frowned as he pointed said path to her.
âLetâs keep going.â MC sighed.
Probably tired from their recent globin fight. He reasoned to himself.
âŚ
The caves they entered had puzzles the two had to solve before they could even go further forward. At one point, MC grabbed his hand and pulled them back behind a boulder before pushing him against the wall with both of her hands on his chest.
If his heart was beating rapidly with how handsy she was, he blamed the next voice they heard:
âAnything made from goblin silver belongs to us. Whether itâs a sword or a repository â whatever that is.â The grunted voice of a globin shouted.
âDid you hear that goblin?â MC said with a tint of fear in her voice.
âRidiculous notion of ownership.â He growled. How can they even have a basic economy under that ideology? And whatâs MC so afraid of anyways? He thought as he felt his magic buzz underneath his skin, ready to attack in response to his anger. Sheâs not going to get hurt â I got her back!
Then there were more goblins they had to fight to continue.
At least that note about the Ministryâs investigation about the illegal breeding of Basilisk gave them a good laugh, a good break in the tense quest he got them into. Then there were more goblins they needed to fight as one of their voices greeted them before the two of them even saw them.
âI agree. Only good wizardâs a dead wizard. Ranrokâs got that right â and Iâll be most keen to help him achieve his goals in that regard!â They heard as they saw the globin encampment in front of them.
Before he could even rush into battle, MC grabbed his arm, pulling him back with a stronger force than he was expecting from her as a coolness poured over his body.
âWhat now?!?â He growled as he glanced towards her eyes and paused. They werenât her typical shade, instead, they glowed lightning blue, like her Ancient Magic.
âIâm going to zoom in first. Iâll get their attention, zoom around and leave you puck each of them down with a glacius or a petrificus totalus to buy us time to make it easier to take them all down.â She stated with a glare.
âBy what do you mean youâre going to zoom in?â He frowned, already hating this plan. But he couldnât move.
It was as if her magic was petrifying him still. He was certain of it.
Her Ancient Magic laid over him like a fine mist. Enough to hold him, but not strong enough like what an imperio would be to control him. He was certain that if he forced his own magic to push back, it would free him. Yet he knew this battle must be serious enough that MC wanted all of his attention.
Which is dumb since she always had it. He frowned as she smirked.
âJust watch. And donât forget to watch my back.â
âI always do.â He glared.
She nodded. Then she released her grip on him, freeing him from her petrifying magic. Before he could even reach out towards her, MC took a step back, then turned towards the globin encampment. As his hand nearly touched her shoulder, a fine misty-blue cloud remain where she once was.
âHEY DWARFINGS! I HEARD YOU WERE LOOKING FOR ME?â MC yelled.
Sebastian looked up and felt his heart drop. MC was in the smack middle of the camp, getting all of goblinsâ attention on her.
âGET HER!â Someone yelled.
MC smirked. She shot off a Petrificus Totalus towards one globin before she zoomed off, leaving a misty-blue cloud that followed the blur that he presumed was her.
None of his books that touched upon Ancient Magic ever mentioned wielders having this sort of an ability.
I really should stop being surprised by what MC says or does at this point. He thought with a shake of his head and a smile on his lips as he charged in. Especially when it comes to her Ancient Magic.
This battle, unlike their earlier one where he was blinded to the newer abilities the goblins held, Sebastian was alert. His eyes always scanning the positions of the axes, swords and most of all MC as he shot globin after globin down with her distraction.
Maybe there is something to making a quick battleplan. He thought with a smirk. The battle took less then ten minutes from his count. He made his way towards MC as the two of them took a final look around to find any remaining enemies left. Sebastian moreso.
He didnât want a repeat of that experience back at Feldcroft.
âI think that all.â MC frowned as he looked at the stairs and was certain they lead to some sort of entrance.
âThis must be it.â He grinned as walked towards the staircase in front of them. âThe last triptych piece must be here!â Â
Finally, they would solve this puzzle and find answers to all the questions that went unspoken between them.
He ran forward only to be pulled back by his arm.
âSebastian â wait!â MC said with a worried look in her eyes. A look that he hasnât seen in there before.
âWait? For what? UghâŚwhy are you suddenly so cautious?â He narrowed his eyebrow with a scowl.
This wasnât like her. Why couldnât she see?
They won that last battle! What did MC have to be afraid of with all the power she holds? He had her back! And MC was essentially a deity in human form. Thatâs what every book he read on Ancient Magic said! He seen it with his own eyes! He didnât even let a globin get to her this time! Or him!
And now MC is afraid of giving all our enemies the same treatment they gave others.
âListen to me.â
Sebastian rolled his eyes but nodded with a sigh.
âI know youâre angry and frustrated. But charging ahead now could undo all the progress weâve made. Lodgok saidââ
At the mere mention of said globinâs name, it was as if all his restrained annoyance from their previous argument came back as he spat with sharp hot anger:
âOh, your globin friend?â He glared, feeling his own magic buzz underneath his skin.
âStop it. Thatâs enough.â She huffed. âNot all goblins are like Ranrok. I am not the enemy. We want the same thing: to find answers.â She crossed her arms.
âI thought we wanted the same thing.â He frowned, not understanding where she was going with this. Not understanding why she was putting so much faith into a monstrous race that could have destroy her life like they did with Anne. That nearly killed her as well back at Feldcroft.
Ignorant.
âWe do. Listen to me. Lodgok has insights into Ranrok that we donât.â MC narrowed her eyes as he rolled his eyes once more. âHe told me that Ranrok somehow knows about the Keepers and is searching anywhere connected to each of them. THATâS why they always seem to be one step ahead. I know what Iâm doing Sebastian.â She said as she pointed towards herself.
âDo you?â He sneered as he crossed his arms.
MC closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, as if she was a teacher and he, an unruly student.
âYou need to trust me,â MC said as she dropped her hand, opened her eyes and looked at him. ââŚor I donât see that we can continue together.â She stated with a scowl, eyes glimmering with pain.
It was as if he was dosed in icy cold water.
I canât let her leave me. The thought echoed in his mind as he felt the cold shivers of fear consume his body, the ice in his stomach back again, creeping up like lightning to freeze his veins and nerves.
âFine. Fine. Iâm sorry.â He sighed, dropping his arms. âIâm letting my emotions get the better of meâŚAnd I have been for a while.â He frowned as he dug his hands deep into his pockets. âI do trust you. And I donât think I can help Anne without you.â He said as he met her eyes.
Because in the end of the day I still need your help. He thought. And I hope you will still need mine too.
âGood.â MC sighed and nodded as she looked up to the staircase. âRanrok clearly knows more than we thought. We need to be careful and do this right. Not just go charging in.â She glanced back to look at him. âWe have our work cut out for us. We need to work together if weâre going to find the final piece to the triptych.â
âAgreed.â He nodded as he waved his hand towards the stairs. âLadies first. I got your back.â
MC nodded.
âThank you. Letâs go.â
âŚ
Sebastian hated change. It never meant good things for him.
Change always took the bit of good normality he found and left him empty.
However, this time, change struck differently as he took his head out of the pensieve.
Sebastian glanced towards MC, seeing her in a new light after that memory.
I donât have to use dark magic. I donât have to worry Ominis at all! He thought as his hope renewed within his very soul.
Maybe change can be a good thing.
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Chapter 7 <<<||| Chapter 8 ||| >>> Chapter 9
#at first glance#sebastian sallow#sebastian x mc#hogwarts legacy#kay9leo fanfic#Okay this one is a new chapter!#We're in the final stretch of this fic if all goes well#But really this âIn the Shadow of the Mountainâ from Seb's POV is my favorite as he was sort of a jerk in that quest#And I needed to know what would make someone behave like that#He has severe abandonment issue with how we see in canon gameplay how he'll stop#and sort of freak out if you even recommend splitting ways with him#and I don't blame him reacting like that with the type of childhood and upbringing he has#poor sebastian#He needs a hug#And MC needs a break#She's cautious cause she seen things with the others on their quests during her Friendship Hiatus with Seb#At least Sebastian will catch a break now...right?#Look at him all hopeful and happy at the end :D#Let's hope it stays like that for a bit longer...đ
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"Tell Me...Please"
With her body so close, he felt fire running through his veins, enough to make him sweat. She was so close. Finally, she was so close, within his grasp. A strong and very obnoxious part of him wanted to pull her close and have her every way he could. Whilst another part of him, much louder and stronger, wanted to hate her. Hate her for all the pain and trouble she had caused to him and Ominis. The pain of leaving them aside all those years ago like they meant nothing, like their time together amounted to nothing! He needed the truth. He needed to know now and he wasn't going to let her escape from him this time.
"Tell me, Edith! Tell me the truth," he hissed at her, stepping closer and closer till she was trapped between the wall and his body. It took every ounce of strength to not cave in to her delicious scent or how perfect she felt against him. He had to be strong.
He looked into her beautiful red eyes, his shock from her change of eye color long gone and quickly replaced with fondness. She looked back at him with a look he couldn't quite place, it almost seemed like she was pouting, appearing upset yet the flush of her cheeks made it hard to believe.
"It doesnt matter anymore, Sebastian. Let it go." She grumbled, almost warning him. As if he'd listen, that was the one thing he knew he still failed at, letting things die when they should. He was too stubborn and boorish to give up.
"It doesn't matter?! You left us! After everything we've been through, just gone. No owls, no note nothing! It was like you vanished! We deserve to know the reason, Edith!" He snapped, slamming his fist against the wall. It hurt. It hurt so much to hear her say it didn't matter.
With silence encompassing the hallway, they stood there. Him holding her locked in place demanding answers, yet her so far away, cold and silent. Not a word of comfort or warmth from her lips. As the silence grew so too did his grief. His pride crumbling away as his eyes burned. Was it all meaningless? Did she play him for a fool all those years ago?
"Tell me...please..." his voice softer than whisper, begging from some kind of answer. Anything that would deny what his heart was believing to be true.
It was a long and painful silence before she answered. An answer breaking and shatter everything inside.
"I...I'm sorry, Sebastian."
Another art piece Im very proud of with another short one shot. I know you guys really liked the last one so a part 2 is absolutely coming out but for now chew on this. Hope you like this too (â§âĄâŚ)
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