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Random Hogwarts Legacy Boys Headcannons

Just bc I wanted! I'll post one for the girls later

♤ Sebastian Sallow ♤

• doesn't play quidditch, but was very good at it, much to Imelda's dismay. She fought hard to blackmail convince him to join the team, with no success;

• Is a night owl by heart, and if it wasn't for Ominis at Hogwarts, and Anne at home, he would lose much of the morning. However, feels he lost the day if he wakes up around midday;

• Has an expansion charm on his trousers pockets, makes it easier to smuggle some books from the restricted section;

• He'll never admit his feelings for MC, but still didn't realized his feelings for her are way too explicit. He can't shut up about how brilliant she is, Ominis can't stand to another night of his rambles about her. MC and Sebastian are clearly the only ones oblivious to his feelings;

• He and Solomon had a good relationship before he went to Hogwarts. His uncle taught him fishing and gardening, and that it a very fond memory for him. Another reason of why he resents his uncle so much;

• Hates the fact he is the spitting image of his father. Despite having a good relationship with his uncle before, Sebastian truly believes that his uncanny resemblance of this father is one of the reasons his uncle can't stand him;

• Is a fiery Sagittarius, his birthday is on december 14th.

♤ Ominis Gaunt ♤

• Plays piano like a god, almost like the keys are an extension of him. He pours his soul when playing, and makes everyone fall in love with his skill;

• His mother is desperately trying to stay close to him, sending many letters, begging to professor Black to ask Ominis to talk to her. But he couldn't forgive her for forcing him to torture muggles, and she's not sorry for it;

• Is hopelessly in love with Poppy, but doesn't know how to even start a conversation. Sebastian finds out and they make a bet on who will marry first (remember this is 1890-1900);

• Despises crowded spaces for obvious reasons, he can't distinguish the sounds and he gets dizzy, might even throw up. Someone must save this boy and bring him to somewhere peaceful, please;

• Is a romantic by nature. You may think Sebastian is flirtatious, but Ominis' simply a natural! The first date with Poppy, arranged by MC, ended with "It is much of a regret not being able to admire your face right now" Poppy turned red as phoenix feather;

• Has a sweettooth. You'll find him in the kitchens stealing cakes and candies, and he always have one in his pockets for when he gets anxious or overwhelmed;

• Is a lovely Gemini, born in May 30th.

◇ Garreth Weasley ◇

• His love for potioncrafting begun when his mother fell ill, and a St Mungus' potionist crafted a potion for her in front of Garreth. When his mother recovered, he knew that was exactly what he want to work with;

• Is a social butterfly, and is on for any gossip you may hear. Him and Cressida always have the hottest gossips;

• One may think that professor Weasley favours her nephew, but is quite the contrary. She demands and exceptional behavior from him, and grounds him for literally anything. But he loves his aunt very much;

• Adores to sing, but is very keen about it. His Gryffindor friends always get him drunk enough to sing. Garreth is the life of the parties;

• Is very aware of the uncanny resemblance with Sebastian, and boy they do take advantage of it. Isn't uncommon for them to trade school uniforms and transfigure their haircolor to avoid detention or enter locked spaces such as the restricted section or Sharp's office. Garreth even saved Sebastian's pittyisome grades in Potions once, and ever since, professor Sharp begun suspecting;

• Secretly fancies Anne, and may Merlin forbid anyone to discover. Was very preoccupied when she didn't showed up in the 5th year, asked his aunt casually and he's trying to figure it out some potion that might cure her curse;

• The boy is a proud Pisces, born on april 3rd.

◇ Leander Prewett ◇

• Oh, he's a bullied bully. Being the 4th son of the Prewett family, he tried to find a way to get attention, and unfortunately, it wasn't the best way. But he has a good heart, trust me;

• And he's trying! He's not an excelled student, but he tries very hard, he just haven't found what really makes him shine;

• Was once very close to Amit, but in his quest to become popular, being friends with the boy obsessed with the stars stained his record (in his mind, because no one actually cared). Amit was very sad for their strained friendship;

• Is incredible at linguistics, the boy can speak any language possible, and secretly loves to study foreign languages. Professor Ronen always praises him for his perfect pronunciation in Charms;

• His older brother is his greatest inspiration, as a very famous auror working abroad in France. Leander trully wants to excel in every subject that will make him a great auror, just like his brother;

• He did apologized to Zenobia for his bullying in his 7th year. Little did he know that she found that way too adorable for her own sake and pride;

• He despises astrology, as the good Aquarian he is. Leander was born in february 9th.

◇ Lucan Brattleby ◇

• the mind behind Crossed Wands is a highly skilled duelist. Before MCs arrival, he and Sebastian held the second and first place respectively. Their rivalry and friendship was well admired;

• His greatest dream is to become the head of the auror department, just like his grandfather once was. He thinks that he will eventually fight with Sebastian for that post, little did he knew that his friend is not interested in the auror career;

• Oh, if Sophronia knew how much he fancies her... He's the only one that truly listen to her trivia for hours. Lucan actually studies for her quiz, only to make her proud of him;

• Is definitely Professor Hecats favourite in his year. She decided to tutor him by the end of the 6th year;

• Loves creatures, you can see him petting the Puffskeins and Kneazzles in Creature's;

• Here comes another problem for Madam Scribner... Out of the 5 times he broke in the restricted section, she caught him twice. "I was just looking for a book about offensive spells", she swears she heard that before...;

• This is one a spicy Scorpio, born in october 30th

♧ Amit Takhar ♧

• We know he's interested in gobledegook, but after Lodgok, he never touched a book of the language. Poor thing;

• Much yo Everett's dismay, Amit owns a broom! And he's a very good flier, despite his insecurity. MC and Everett are helping him to trust his own skills;

• Still misses Leander very much, but wouldn't accept his apologies, he's very proud and knows how to stand his ground when needed;

• Amit's family came from India during the Regency Era, and he visited the country a couple of times. He's not very fond of the heat, but the night sky stole his heart, the many stars he has never seen... Breathtaking!;

• He follows rules, but breaks into the Astronomy Tower way too many times for professor Shah liking. However, she was very torn to send him to detention or not. She did, twice, to make him learn to follow the rules. Needless to say it didn't work until she threatened to lock him away from the astronomy tower;

• Loves to watch quidditch matches. He considered the tryouts for the Ravenclaw team, but he was way too scared of the bludgers (and I totally agree with him);

• He's a sweet capricorn, born in January 16th

♧ Everett Clopton ♧

• The best flier in the school, sorry Imelda. But since he doesn't own a broom of his own, he never got the chance to beat the Slytherin captain;

• Professor Kogawa pity him, and considered gifting him anonymously with a broom, but she's too correct. If he gets a broom, she must give one to every child in the school!;

• Is a prankster by nature, but can be cruel sometimes. Teamed up with Ominis once to lock Duncan in the Puffskein cage. A very gruesome friendship between him and the Slytherin was formed that day;

• He's an incredible artist as well, every single one of his parchment is covered with drawings. The professors tend to scold him for it, but secretly adores to see his drawings thriving. Professor Weasley encourages him to keep with the hobby;

• Was the first to perfectly cast a corporeus Patronum in DADA during the 6th year, besting Sebastian and MC. His Patronus is a deer. (SORRY, he's my Hogwarts Legacy version of James);

• Still tries to get Imelda off her tracks with his pranks and teasing, and she loses every time. He loves to have her attention, and understood why close to their graduation. Officially started courting her a few months after Hogwarts;

• Another Sagittarius, but this one was born in december 2nd.

Another boy to make headcannons? Lemme know :)

And sorry for any mispronunciation, english is not my first language

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Random Hogwarts Legacy Girls Headcannons

Now the girls!

I'll be doing a headcannon post for my MC, Claire Beckett, but this is only for the NPC girls.

♡ Poppy Sweeting ♡

• Hates people? Of course, unless they're Ominis Gaunt. She was head over heels for him since she saw the boy sit on the Sorting Hat stool in the 1st year. She was completely overwhelmed when he begun courting her;

• Poppy at first wanted to become a researcher like her grandmother, but after fighting poachers with MC, decided she'd be an auror, and her main goal was to end every poaching camp possible;

• Her last name may be Sweeting, but she enjoys salty food. Shepherds pie is her favourite meal;

• She considers MC her best friend, and eventually, Natsai as well. You'd always see the trio together;

• Was haunted in terrible nightmares by the dragon she saved with MC. In her dreams, she failed to save her. Ominis was the one to comfort her, and he commissioned a necklace with a dragon pendant for her, the pendantwas charmed to calm her dreams;

• Transfiguration was her second favourite class, however, she'd cry if the task was to transfigure some creature into and inanimate object;

• She's passionate Cancer, born in june 27th.

◇ Natsai Onai ◇

• Her biggest dream is to return to Uganda, where she can roam free as a gazelle;

• But, if she was to stay in Britain, she would love to become and auror with Poppy and MC. They would ravage poachers and ashwinders;

• Her best friend is Anne, and she was the only one to know about her animagi form until MC and later, Poppy. The proximity with Anne also made her close to Sebastian. Garreth was also her best friend, and she suspected he fancies Anne;

• Is the seeker of the Gryffindor quidditch team. She caught the snitch three times already! Her broom was once jinxed so she wouldn't be able to catch it, but she did it anyway;

• When in Hogwarts, she corresponded with her friends in Uagadou, and they found extremely weird to wield magic with a wand. She has grown fond of her wand, but every time she could, she'd cast wandless magic just to impress people;

• She got very self conscious of her colour and hair texture when she got in Britain, but Anne helped her to overcome her insecurities;

• Born in January 6th, she's a strong capricorn.

♤ Anne Sallow ♤

• She was actually the troublemaker of the twins. Ominis had to put up with 2 idiots sharing a single braincell;

• Her favourite class was Herbology, she would stay for hours in the greenhouse with professor Garlick chatting and tending the gardens;

• Once, Cressida spread a rumor about Anne and Ominis being involved romantically during their 4th year. Anne and Natty broke into the restricted section so she could get a book on hexes. She hexed Cressida's hair to turn into a green goo. Anne was in detention for a good 3 weeks, but the Gryffindor never lied about her again;

• Anne is a legilimens, and Sebastian is a natural occlumens. Despite being difficult, Sebastian doesn't lock is thoughts with much efficiency so she can read a few things. Usually is his perverted thoughts of MC, which Anne is disgusted about;

• She was unsure about MC at first, thinking she stole her place in Hogwarts, as everyone of her friends also became friends with MC. But they eventually got along, when she realized her brothers feelings for the new girl;

• Loves to cook and bake. When the pain attacks were sparce, she would bake for her uncle to make him calmer. It helped, and he was way less stressed;

• An her twin, she's a Sagittarius, born in december 14th. Also, she's was born first.

♤ Imelda Reyes ♤

• Her family comes from Spain, and when nervous, she shouts in spanish. Due to her spanish blood, she was supposed to be admitted to Beauxbaton, but much to her British mothers satisfaction, she received a Hogwarts acceptance letter;

• Her older brother plays in the Spanish National quidditch team, however, Imelda's wish is to play in the British team so she can beat him;

• Couldnt sstand Everett, only the mention of his name makes the blood boil in her veins. Hes always teasing her and she was always fighting him. During their 7th year, she realized she'd fallen for him and it haunted her for good. They begun courting shortly after graduation;

• Secretly loves romance novels, and spent 7 years day dreaming about the one she would marry;

• Also dances very well. Somehow, she managed to teach flamenco to Garreth, and they dance at parties and gatherings;

• Is very lightweight when it comes to alcohol, a cup of butterbeer makes her head dizzy and rambling non-sense.

• A very hot heated Virgo, born in september 8th

Any girl you want headcannons? Tell me in the comments.

Also, my own birthday was mentioned, guess which girl I gave it to.

Love y'all

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Okay my love, @shyamanuensis

I present to you:

CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! ~1,500 words

Or: where Ominis discovers he likes the taste of cherries on his lips and wants to be called pretty

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Ominis had told himself it was just going to be a one-time thing. He had told himself it was just to explore and see how it felt. He never thought it would feel so nice to have something on his lips like this.

He had gone into his younger sister's room on a whim. Her birthday was a few weeks ago, and he knew she had gotten one of those make-up cases from her friend and a ton of different products to fill it. She wouldn't stop going on and on about all the compliments she got when she would put makeup on.

Everyone would call her pretty.

Ominis wanted to be called pretty. He just wasn't sure why. Boys weren't pretty. Girls were pretty. He wasn’t supposed to want that. Not as a boy. Not as a Gaunt.

If his parents ever found out he felt that way, he didn’t even want to imagine their reactions. He’d heard their comments before, the sharp, cruel remarks they’d make about people they didn’t think fit the mold of “proper” men and women.

They’d called it shameful. A stain on the family name.

But still, as he stood in his sister’s room with his fingers brushing over the edge of her makeup case, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might feel like to be called pretty.

Just once.

He had found the plastic case tucked neatly under her desk while she was at a friend's house, and had opened it slowly. He felt each different compartment thoroughly for the items he was searching for. He felt soft-bristled brushes and pots of various products. It wasn’t until he reached the bottom compartment that he felt them: little tubes with a twist base. He picked one up, turning it over in his palm. Popping off the cap, he brought it to his nose to smell.

Cherries. He liked cherries.

His sister had mentioned putting on a strawberry one to hang out with the boy she had a crush on. Of course, she hadn't said that directly to Ominis, but he had just happened to overhear it.

As he brought the tube to his lips, he heard the front door below him slam shut and his mother yelling at his sister to stop slamming doors in the house.

His stomach lurched. He had to get out of her room. Quickly, Ominis shut the case and pocketed the tube. He ran back to his own room just as he heard her footsteps rushing up the stairs.

His heart raced as he leaned against the door, heaving a sigh of relief. Ominis sank down to the floor, pulling out the lip balm. Rolling it between his fingers, he popped the cap off again.

Inhaling the sweet scent, he twisted the base, raising the product higher until it brushed against his thumb. When he felt the waxy cream coat his fingers, he stiffened. His parents surely would suddenly jump out from the shadows and scream at him for doing this. He listened outside his door but heard nothing.

He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but he couldn’t help himself. Slowly, almost cautiously, he swiped the balm across his lips, just once. Rubbing his lips together, he savored the sweet cherry flavor.

His lips felt softer, smoother as they glided against the other. It was such a small thing, barely noticeable, but it made him feel... better. Lighter, somehow. He ran his fingers over his lips, marveling at the change.

But then his mind twisted back to the things his parents had said, the slurs, the disgust, the threats of what they’d do if one of their children ever stepped out of line. His stomach churned. He shoved the balm back into his pocket, ignoring the lingering sweetness on his lips.

Over the next few days, Ominis couldn’t stop thinking about it. The cherry lip balm stayed hidden in his pocket, a secret he both feared and clung to. Every time he thought about tossing it, the thought of how it made him feel stopped him. Pretty. That word still echoed in his mind, forbidden yet oh so enticing.

When he finally worked up the courage to apply the balm again, it felt like something clicked into place. It became a ritual of his, to apply the cherry flavored product to his lips. He did it when no one else was around. It wasn’t just about the flavor on his tongue or the feel of it coating his lips. Both were nice, of course. But it was more about the way it made him feel.

It made him feel better. More him. As though, a piece of who he was had been lost and now found.

He didn’t think anyone would notice. He didn’t want anyone to notice. So when Sebastian leaned against the railing beside him in the courtyard, Ominis nearly froze, clutching the tube of plastic behind his back.

“What’s with the pout?” Sebastian teased, his tone dripping with mischief. “Practicing for your next magazine cover?”

Ominis’s cheeks burned, his free hand flying to cover his lips. “What? No. I’m not…”

“Hold on,” Sebastian leaned in closer, sniffing the air dramatically. Ominis could feel his breath fan over his heated face. “Are you wearing... lipstick?”

“It’s not lipstick!” Ominis snapped, his voice sharp, heat rising in his cheeks as he turned his face away. His hand instinctively clutched the small tube tighter as if his life depended on it.

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, his curiosity clearly piqued. “Not lipstick, huh? Then why do you look like I just caught you sneaking into the girls’ locker room?” His voice dripped with amusement, and Ominis could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

“It’s nothing,” Ominis muttered, taking a small step back. “Just leave it alone.”

“Nothing?” Sebastian repeated, his grin widening. “You’re hiding it behind your back like it’s some dark family secret. Now I have to see it.”

“No, you don’t!” Ominis insisted, twisting away as Sebastian stepped closer. “Just drop it, Sebastian.”

But Sebastian was relentless. “Oh, come on, I’m not going to steal your secrets, Ominis. I just want to know what’s got you so flustered.”

He lunged playfully, but Ominis turned sharply, keeping his back to him. “Sebastian, I swear, if you don’t-”

Before he could finish the sentence, Sebastian’s arm snaked around him with surprising speed, and his fingers closed over Ominis’s wrist. “Gotcha,” he said, his grin audible in his voice as he spun the other boy around, pinning him against the railing.

“Sebastian, stop!” Ominis hissed, his cheeks blazing, but Sebastian was already prying his hand open with the persistence of someone who had nothing better to do.

After a brief struggle, Sebastian managed to pull the object free. He held it up triumphantly, stepping away as he turned it over in his hand. “Now, what do we have here?” he asked, his tone laced with exaggerated curiosity. “Cherry cola? Fancy.”

Ominis stiffened, mortification flooding his chest as Sebastian twisted the cap off and gave the balm an experimental sniff. “Mmm. Sweet and fruity,” Sebastian teased, his grin widening. “I didn’t take you for a cherry cola kind of guy.”

“Give it back,” Ominis muttered, his voice low and tight with shame. He held out his hand, head dipped low, but the other boy stepped just out of reach, clearly enjoying himself.

“Hold on, hold on,” Sebastian said, holding the tube aloft like it was some great prize. “What’s the story here? Did you pick this up for the flavor, or are you trying to start a new trend?”

“Sebastian, stop!” Ominis snapped, reaching for the balm, but Sebastian dodged him easily, his grin only growing wider.

“Alright, alright,” Sebastian said, finally relenting. He handed the tube back with a little bow, his teasing smile softening. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

Ominis snatched it out of his hand, shoving it back into his pocket as quickly as possible. His lips pressed into a tight line, his heart pounding with equal parts embarrassment and relief.

But before he could turn to leave, Sebastian’s voice stopped him.

“For what it’s worth,” Sebastian said, his tone quieter now, more sincere, “I think it’s nice.”

Ominis’s breath hitched. He could feel his blood roaring in his ears. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian replied, his voice quieter now. “Actually... it suits you.”

Ominis turned toward him, stunned. “What does?”

“The color,” Sebastian said, his tone so genuine it almost hurt. “It makes your lips look darker than usual. It makes you look... I don’t know. Different. Good.” He hesitated, then added softly, “Pretty.”

That word again.

Pretty.

Ominis’s breath hitched. The word felt heavier coming from Sebastian, as though it carried more meaning than he could comprehend. He turned his face away, his lips tingling where the cherry flavor still clung.

“You think so?” he asked, so quietly he wasn’t sure Sebastian would even hear him.

Sebastian did. “Yeah. I do.”

For the first time, Ominis didn’t feel the shame that always seemed to follow him. Instead, he felt warmth. Acceptance. And for once, he thought that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to want to be called pretty.

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The Downfall of the Quidditch Princess

Pairing: Everett Clopton x Imelda Reyes

Fluff and Rivals to Lovers. I don't know, there's something about this pairing <3 hope y'all like! I've wrote this in one sitting, I'm sleep deprived and in pain, please be kind to me. English is not my first language.

Warnings: light cursing. Use of MC, also neutral. No proofread, we die like Solomon.

I promised to @yimmy-poo and here it is! Enjoy, love <3

The sky was still dark when Everett woke up in the morning, indeed a very surprising feat, considering how late he went to bed the night prior. But, he had a very important task.

He got up and changed his clothes in haste, trying not to wake Andrew, who snored in peace, He ran outside the Ravenclaw common room, casting a desilusionment charm to avoid being caught by Merlin knows who. Everett did not want to face the Grey Lady or Peeves so early in the morning.

The boy reached his destiny with ease, and met with Garreth just outside the Slytherin bathrooms.

-Oi, did you brought what I told you? - he asked silently.

-G'morning for you too, sweetpea. - Garreth joked, earning a frown from the Ravenclaw. - I did. You sure she'll come this early?

-Positive. Lemme do it.

Garreth dropped a suspicious vial containing a very weird looking liquid, it's colour changing from pink to magenta to bright purple, in Everett's hands. The duo entered the girls bathroom and installed the vial inside bathtubs faucet. A single motion with his wand and Everett couldn't see the small bottle anymore as it merged with the coppery material of the faucet. He shared a laugh with the Gryffindor.

-MC said this is the only tub Imelda bathes in. She'll know we did, and she'll come raging at us. - Everett stated. Garreth agreed. - Can't wait for it.

-The downfall of the Quidditch Princess!

The boys sneaked outside to the Great Hall to, finally, enjoy their breakfast.

Imelda ran wrapped in her towel, grabbing another and covering her hair, as she screamed in horror and rage. It was ridiculous, she should hide before someone saw.

She took her bath in peace, not noticing the colour of the water, until she stood up. The Slytherin looked at her image in the mirror not believing: her fingernails were golden, her lips were blue and her hair... was now bright red with a few blueish streaks. She looked like the accidental child between a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw flag. Imelda knew this had Garreths finger, but the blue? She inspected the bathroom, finding a strange keychain lost next to the bathtub: a minuscule broom. A broom? Who'd be the brave Ravenc-

-Bloody Clopton, I'm going to murder your ass! - she shouted slamming her dorm door closed.

Properly in her quidditch gear, with a dark red lipstick covering the blue hue of her lips, Imelda rushed to the Flying fields. Her eyes looked as murderous as Harlows, when she spotted both Everett and Garreth laughing with Natsai and MC, her blood went cold in the veins.

Everett felt his body lost its composure and everything begun to roll very quickly around him, he saw Garreth floating desperatly by his side as well. Suddenly, a broom handle hit the back of his head really hard.

-What the fuck, you two?! Really? This is all you can think?! - she screamed gesturing her hair.

-Hey, Imelda Reyes dyed her hair red? She looks like Leander Prewett! - someone shouted from near the gardens.

-Imelda Prewett, that's so lovely! They'll make quite a couple, so weird it'll be cute! - another one jested.

Imelda felt the anger boil inside her, shaking her wand to make the Gryffindor turn upside down as he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

-Weasley is too idiot to do something on his own, I know this was you! Can't accept that I'm a better flyer than you, eh? Fine! I'll make you eat my broom's straw! - Imelda pointed her crooked wand to Everett and released him from his floating prison, mounted her a simple broom from the stacks, motioning him to do the same.

-What? Can't take a simple prank, quidditch princess? You're loosing your temper for so little. - he provoked winking at her, faking a smile while swallowing dry as he picked a broom. A faint blush crossed her sharp features. - You're paying attention to us, peasants, and being fair for once, so I think the prank had it's effects.

-Shush and fly! To Hogsmead Station Balloons and back, the first one to arrive will have to make a public statement that the other is the best flyer!

A crowd was gathered around them, MC counted from 10 to 0, and both adversaries flew with haste. Imelda truly flew faster for a while, a strong breeze kept her from first place for a few minutes. Everett got up high in the sky, pointing his broom downwards to earn speed.

The Slytherin was fuming with rage as she did the same, projecting her body foward for aerodynamics. She was the first again as they got close to Hogsmeade Station. Imelda turned to face Everett and another very agressive gust of wind, threw her body out, she lost control of her broom.

Everett forced his own broom and was now in first place again, when he noticed Imelda struggling to regain control. Her broom hit a tree, and she fell with a shriek. The boy, worried, turned to look out for her, finding Imelda crushed on the ground, the broom was now a pile of destroyed wood and straw.

-Are you hurt? - he asked dismounting. The answer was a loud grunt, a huff and a scowl, Everett inspected Imelda. - This looks broken as the broom.

-Feels broken, I must correct. - She sat, holding her arm, definetely broken in the middle. Everett took notes of the faint tears pooling in her eyes, she was probably in pain. - S-shite, how am I going to fly now? This is your fault!

-Mine? This is what you get for competing with an unknown broom! Fair, but not the best. You're annoying. - he stated. Imelda's face contorted in pain. - Let's get you to the infirmary, I'm not getting scolded for hurting a pure blood.

-Oh, now blood purity is your problem? Can't accept that a woman is better than you? - she scolded. Everett clearly didn't cared, he stod and picked her in his arms - What are you doing?! Are you mad? Put me down at this instant!

-Shush, for Merlin's sake.

The Ravenclaw Accio'd his broom, mounting it with Imelda in his arms. Despite her distrust in his abilities, he flew perfectly holding her, not faltering for a bit. They landed on the Clock Tower grounds, with many students observing.

Everett kept Imelda in his arms, walking to the tower. His face showed no emotions.

-Let me go, I can walk. - she demanded. Everett smirked, mimicking a no with his head. Imelda rolled her eyes and a blush tinted her cheeks. - Let me go, Everett!

-No, I'm taking the quidditch princess to her tower! - confusion clouded her expression - Agree now that I'm the best flyer, princess?

Imelda noticed the people around whispering about their situation, her situation. It was embarassing.

-So, you're doing this to humiliate me? I'd rather Sebastian as the best flyer than you. I hit a tree, that's not fair.

-Ah, this hurts my feelings, I'd never humiliate you. I'm just caring for you. - he winked and she blushed furiously.

They reached the infirmary, nurse Blainey questioned both for informations and stated that Imelda's arm was, indeed, broken, and the effects of the potion the boys pranked her was almost gone. She ought to stay for a night.

Imelda got the little broom keychain and handed to Everett. Her hair only had a faint red hue on the ends, her fingers weren't yellow anymore.

-You forgot this. - he looked thoroughly the object, biting his lip. - Don't ever pull a prank on me again, Clopton. And I'm never saying you're the best.

-Well, that's the only way a peasant can get your attention, so I can't promise I won't try again. - he laughed. Everett searched for the nurse, only to find a closed curtains behind him, he leaned to Imelda and whispered in her ear. - But you'll say I'm the best someday, I'll wait.

Imelda's face was covered in a violent blush, and she used the good arm to smack his shoulder. Everett barked a laugh. He was shoved out by the nurse a few minutes later, and returned to the Great Hall to find Garreth and Sebastian chatting loudly.

-Who won? - Sebastian asked.

-We both lost. - he answered blatantly. Sebastian and Garreth shared suspicious look, and laughed.

Everett was lost in his mind the entire day, looking at the keychain, wandering what his next prank on her will be. Maybe, this time he'll earn a kiss, who knows?

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Aw my heart just melted

it's a sign of the times

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."

the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.

You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.

Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.

You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.

You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).

It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”

“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.

“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”

“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”

“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.

“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”

You scoff. Unbelievable.

“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.

You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.

“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.

Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.

“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”

“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.

“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”

“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.

Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.

Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.

“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”

“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”

You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.

One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910

We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.

Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.

Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.

Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.

“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.

“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”

Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.

“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”

“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

“What is it?” you breathe.

“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”

The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.

“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”

“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.

Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”

“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”

Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.

“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”

“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”

“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”

But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.

That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.

Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.

“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”

“Who?” Ominis asks.

“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”

“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”

You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.

Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

At once, the three of you freeze.

“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”

“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”

Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.

Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.

Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.

“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”

“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.

“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.

“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”

“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”

You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.

“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”

“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”

“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.

“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”

You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.

“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.

“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”

Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”

Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”

“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”

Well, that certainly clears things up.

Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.

You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.

“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”

You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.

“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”

“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”

“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”

“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”

“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”

Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.

“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”

Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”

“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”

Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.

“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”

“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”

“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”

You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”

“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.

“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”

“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”

“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”

Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”

You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.

The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.

You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.

“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.

“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”

You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”

He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”

“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”

He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.

Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.

“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”

“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”

You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”

You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”

Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.

“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”

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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]

[versailles-black]

The moment Versailles realized she’s (in Bella Swan’s famous words) “unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Ominis.”

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When the trope is enemies to lovers but you really really really want to draw a suggestive scene (gotta pull a “it’s all a dream” trope hahaha)

[ps-cactus]

...did i write a creepy dark oneshot while listening to old hozier songs at night? reader x seb x omi? instead of sleeping?..

brain what why

upd: posted now

[everalii]

Currently living bc of Dark Sebastian, thank you very much

none of us will be able to avoid Dark Magic forever

[morelikeravenbore]

He found her lips and said it again, right into her mouth as if she might taste it, consume it; and she swore she did — tangy and sweet, like salt and iron tinged with sugar and mint; it saturated his breath and dripped from his tongue, and she thought that if he stopped kissing her right then, she might actually die.

— How to Make a Villain, chapter twenty-six snippet.

[everalii]

ITSA CAT

I KNEW IT, I KNEW ITTTT AAAAAAHHHHHHH

it's a cat

[lorainelegacy]

Daddy Sharp to satisfy me all his fans.

[butternutt613]

Here is a little snippet (actually the first chapter) of my WIP

When the Sun Found Me

It's focuses on a Modern!Ominis Gaunt with a really cute guide dog and is just over all really sweet and fluffy!! ~ 1,300 words

Here you go @bookie-bookdust and @ravenwind-75 I hope you enjoy!

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Science has always been Ominis’s least favorite subject. Not only were the practical labs difficult for a plethora of reasons, he also found the concepts hard to grasp.

Usually, Sebastian would be right there beside him, but the boy decided to move on to the more advanced courses their private school offered. Ominis couldn’t blame him. He wanted to get into biochemistry after high school, so he was in advanced physics this year.

Which is how Ominis found himself tucked into the far left table of Mr. Sharp's chemistry class at eight in the morning. Mari was curled up under his stool, her warm, pointed ear caught between his right forefinger and thumb. The soft fur felt familiar and comforting, grounding him in the room. The German shepherd had been with him for the past five years, diligently guiding him through life. She was his best friend aside from Sebastian and Anne.

Ominis had arrived in class far earlier than necessary. He wanted to get situated before class started. His laptop was set up in front of him, ready to dictate the lecture onto a document for him to review later.

He had his headphones in, listening to Fleetwood Mac, his chin resting on the heel of his left hand. His eyes were closed (not that it made any difference with his vision) but the music helped him relax before the long class. He was about to doze off when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

Someone was watching him.

He sat up straighter, the familiar flutter of unease settling in his chest. He fiddled with the cord of his headphones, pausing the song, and listened. Footsteps shuffled into the classroom, chatter filling the space. He could make out about five distinct footfalls. Four of them eventually settled into tables ahead of him, but the fifth kept approaching. Mari lifted her head toward the newcomer, sniffing curiously.

“Hi,” a voice rang out, light and unexpectedly cheerful. Ominis didn’t recognize the boy’s voice. “Can I sit here?”

Ominis tipped his head in the boy's direction, instinctively moving his hand to the top of Mari’s head. Her ears perked forward, attentive but relaxed, as if she didn’t sense any threat. He hesitated, then shrugged. “I suppose. It is a free country.”

The response was intentionally neutral, open for interpretation. He would never flat-out refuse someone, but he wasn’t about to openly agree to sit next to a stranger.

The boy took it as an invitation, and seconds later, Ominis heard the dull thud of a heavy book bag on the ground, followed by the scraping of the stool to his right as the boy settled down.

Mari huffed and shifted closer to Ominis, her muzzle resting on the toe of his shoe propped on the stool’s bar. He went back to resting his head on his hand, intending to ignore the boy as he turned his music back on. Fleetwood Mac had switched to “Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin.

“What are you listening to?” The boy asked, leaning in closer than Ominis expected. The sudden proximity startled him, and he instinctively shifted back, tightening his hold on Mari’s ear.

Instead of responding, he flipped his phone screen toward the boy, displaying the song title.

“Oh, I love them! I'm more of an AC/DC and Nirvana guy myself, but Led Zeppelin is a classic. You can't go wrong with them. I love the riffs; you can literally feel it in your bones,” the boy rambled, unbothered by Ominis’s silence.

Ominis’s brow furrowed slightly at the boy’s enthusiasm. People rarely spoke to him this openly, let alone with such eagerness. The boy’s energy reminded him of Sebastian’s, the same kind of restless liveliness he’d grown used to.

“I'm Ben, by the way.” The boy, Ben, introduced himself, his movement indicating he’d extended his hand.

“I’m Ominis, and this is Mari,” he replied politely, letting his guard drop a fraction. He reached out, but his hand missed slightly, brushing Ben’s wrist instead.

Ben didn’t falter, smoothly taking Ominis’s hand in his own in a firm handshake. “It’s nice to meet you both. She’s lovely. I have a goldendoodle at home, but I’ve always wanted a shepherd. Mom says they’re too hairy, plus Baba’s allergic to most animals. But he can never say no to Mom, which is why we have a cat he can't stand…”

Ben rambled on, bouncing from topic to topic, somehow managing to cover his family, his pets and even started on how his two younger sisters had started to be absolute terrors, now that they were three, in the few minutes before the bell.

Only when Mr. Sharp cleared his throat, did Ben fall silent. Ominis let out a quiet breath of relief, starting the dictation app on his laptop as Sharp launched into the syllabus and expectations for the year.

“The seat you have chosen is the one you will stay in for the semester,” Sharp announced, his voice sharp and no-nonsense. “I won't stand for any complaining or griping. You should have chosen better.”

Ominis felt his stomach drop slightly. The thought of sitting next to this talkative boy for an entire semester was daunting. He’d hoped to get through the year in silence. Still, he couldn’t deny a faint curiosity about Ben. His seemingly endless chatter was oddly comforting, a bit like background noise.

Mr. Sharp was probably the strictest of the teachers at their school. He did not tolerate any talking outside of the curriculum or misbehavior of any kind. It was safe to say that Sebastian got himself in quite a bit of trouble with him, landing a detention at least twice a month. Not as much as the idiotic Garreth Weasley but still. However, both had moved on to the advanced classes so this year should be relatively quiet.

“Psst.”

Ominis spoke too soon.

“Hey, Ominis,” Ben whispered, rather loudly, nudging his arm. “Can I borrow a pen?”

Ominis frowned, confused. Why was he asking the blind guy for a pen? Ominis didn’t use them, hence the laptop. But, of course, he did carry pens in his bag, Sebastian always forgot his. Not that Ben needed to know that.

“Don’t you have one?” Ominis whispered back, keeping his voice quieter than Ben’s.

“Yeah, but I can’t find it. I think it's-” Ben started.

“Excuse me, boys. Is there something you would like to share with the class?” Mr. Sharp’s stern voice cut him off, and Ominis felt his cheeks heat up as soft laughter rippled through the classroom. He was about to stammer an apology when Ben jumped in.

“No, sir. I’m very sorry; I was just asking Ominis here for a pen. I seemed to have misplaced mine.” Ben’s tone was polite, but Ominis caught a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“You are the new student, yes?” Sharp asked, and Ominis heard Ben nod beside him. “Hmm. See that you bring your own supplies tomorrow… and no more talking.”

“Of course, sir! It won’t happen again,” Ben replied cheerfully.

As Mr. Sharp continued discussing the year’s projects, Ominis felt Ben leaning toward him again, the slight shift in the air beside him signaling his approach.

Ominis turned his head in Ben’s direction, sighing.

“So, about that pen?”

Ominis rolled his eyes, letting out a huff in annoyance.

Ben was just like Sebastian.

He reached into his bag and handed the boy a pencil.

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Let me know your thoughts!! <3

[everalii]

I SWEAR I'll finish the Garreth x Anne one shot, but I got so involved with the Everett x Imelda one that... ugh!

I need ideas for Sebastian x Fem!MC one shots as well, I've been working on a long fic, but my true calling are the one shots.

[evaslytherpuff]

🧡Erebus Gaunt SFW Alphabet🧡

I’ve posted these before but I’m going to do it again for this blog…also because I love him.🤷🏾‍♀️😁

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Erebus struggles with affection. He's never truly been loved before, not even by his parents. He tends to be a bit pushy and controlling but he tries to be more gentle if he needs to, especially with a partner he cares about.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

To simply put it, he would be your shadow, watching over you and having your back at all times. He struggles to make friends and sometimes prefers it that way, his scars scare people off, Erebus is very intimidating. He's big on letters so sending him one could possibly be an ice breaker.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He will only cuddle with a partner. No pets, no friends, not even a pillow! If you're cuddling with him you'll feel safe and protected. He'll wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly. This is due to fear and what he does for a living, he has made enemies in his life and he would want to protect you at all costs.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Erebus would love to settle down one day but it's a far off dream. His job, his family, and personal issues will definitely stand in the way of him getting married and starting a family. He's very clean and doesn't like clutter. His room is very simple because if he's going out to hunt, he wants to grab whatever he may need and go, he doesn't want to be held up by messy surroundings. He knows how to cook but unfortunately doesn't really have the time to.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would simply end it. If a lover is too much of a problem, he'll cast obliviate to erase their memories and send them on their way. He likes to be in control and loves an obedient partner. Just listen to him and trust him and things will go smoothly. Put up a fight or a big hissy fit and it's not going to end well.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Erebus has only ever really loved one person and that's Vivian (my OC) he's tried to love others but it never works out. He believes in commitment and wouldn't cheat on his partner. If he's going to love them, it's going to be them and them alone. It may take some time and a lot of work but he would happily get married if he and his partner deeply loved one another. He would just need to find someone who will put up with all his issues.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's not very gentle. He doesn't really know how to be. He's a big brute with a lot of power. He can try to be comforting but it's not easy for him, he stumbles along the way. He comes across as very cold and even cruel when, in reality, he struggles to deal with too much emotion.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He only likes hugs from a lover. But they better only be hugging him and no one else. Behind closed doors, you can cling on to him all you want. He loves that you only have eyes for him and want to hug him all the time. His hugs are crushing, he'll hold you tightly, maybe even lift you off the ground with his vice-like embrace.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He believes there is a difference between "I love you" and "I'm in love with you." He can be pretty sneaky if he needs to be to get what he wants and if sweet talk gives him control over someone, he's willing to do it.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Oh! He's a very jealous man. What's his is his and there is no in between. He's possessive and dominant and will let his jealousy take hold if someone tries to get in his way of having you. That person that was flirting with you the other day? Don't be surprised if they just magically disappear and are never found again.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very deep and passionate. His job can be dangerous so he wants every kiss to feel like the last one he'll ever have. He loves kissing your neck and along your spine. He loves your reaction. He will be putty in your hands if you kiss his snake tattoo or gently kiss his scars. He's very self conscious about them and if you show him that they aren't a big deal and just a part of him, he'll greatly appreciate it...by showering you with more fierce kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's surprisingly ok with children. He just sees them as being "there." Some kids like him, others are terrified of him. It doesn't really matter to him. Now, if they were to be his children, he'd do his best to love them and not be like his parents. He would want to be a good father and be there for them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Erebus is a night owl so he would want to sleep in with you tucked in close beside him. If you had to get up early he would be grumbling about it for quite a bit, he would want to hold you a little longer and not want to let you leave his bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He works most nights but when he comes home, all he wants to do is be wrapped up in you. A shower or bath together, a quick dinner, then spending the rest of the night in bed with one another. You would be his comfort and your home is his safe space. He's always on high alert and he loves a partner that can help him ease that tension.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes awhile for him to open up to people, if he opens up at all, he knows he's a dark wizard and he understands that his lifestyle may terrify people who try to get close to him. He hunts down muggles and enemies of his father for a living, besides another dark wizard, who is really going to be ok with that? So he keeps a lot in and doesn't really trust easily. He has a lot of layers and if someone is willing to do the work and accept him for who he is and what he does, he'll slowly open up to them.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets angry easily. This man has a short fuse, and if something annoys him, he will not hesitate to tell you. Arguing with him is like screaming at a wall, he's very stubborn. It's best to give him space and come back later to work things out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything! He knows all of his family's secrets and he will memorize everything you share with him. Information is important to him and he loves to absorb as much as he can. Your favorite food, color, that time you walked into the kitchen and forgot why you went in. Yeah, he remembers that. It may be small things but they are the things that make you...you. So he wants to remember every detail.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves to write so exchanging letters with you is a favorite of his. The flow and style of your handwriting, how your scent lingers on the parchment, all the ways you express your love for him through your words. He cherishes each and every one. Also when you agree to be his and allow him to love you and accept him as he is. His heart is filled with joy when you become his partner wholeheartedly.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He doesn't need protection, he's a very dangerous man and one you wouldn't want to mess with or piss off. He's very protective, he will literally kill for you and not think twice about it. No one would try anything funny or pick a fight with you while he's on your arm. His appearance is enough to strike fear in others and have them running in the opposite direction.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He will definitely put in effort as long as the two of you are discreet. He doesn't like anything big or grand. Making your favorite meal or simply surprising you with flowers are things he likes to do. He doesn't like anything big because it could mean more eyes on him and he really despises that. People staring too much sets him off. He likes private and intimate moments with you and hopes that will be enough to make you happy as well.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How jealous he gets and his obsessive behavior. If he really gets attached to you, which is rare, he can become smothering and possibly even stalk you. You become his whole world and that's because you allowed him into yours. People don't normally do that with him so he sucks it up if someone falls in love with him or if he falls for them. He doesn't normally get a lot of attention and when he does, he wants to hold onto that for as long as possible. He knows it's not healthy and he tries to fight this behavior but ultimately he gives in and watches over his partner like a hawk.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not really concerned with how he dresses. A simple dark top, trousers, and his boots are enough for him. He prefers to have his hair slicked back and out of his face since it's a bit wavy. Now when it comes to his scars, he hates the fact that he has them, it's all people look at when they see him and it makes him very uncomfortable. His own family regards him as the scarred brother while Marvolo is deemed sexy and Ominis is the handsome one. If someone can see past his appearance, that's huge to him. His snakelike eye scares people off as well and it's something else that truly annoys him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

To a certain extent, yes. If Erebus fell in love with you, undeniably and completely in love with you, he would be heartbroken without you. If it was just a fling or something that didn't feel like true love to him, then probably not. He would get over you pretty quickly and go about his life as if nothing happened.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He was actually very well behaved while he attended Hogwarts. He was the quiet lurker who sat in the back of the classroom and observed everything and everyone around him. He's very smart and gifted in wandless magic. He has blown things up and has even hurt himself in the process to become as skilled as he is. He has a devastating smile that makes your heart pound but people hardly get to see it, he even has dimples.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who is loud and talks too much or too fast. Also someone who blabs and can't keep secrets. You have to be a little secretive in order to be with this man. A goody-two-shoes. He lives a dangerous life and he would want someone who can handle that kind of lifestyle. He likes a partner that has a bit of a dark side to them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

If he's exhausted, as soon as his head hits the pillow, he's out. He also likes to hold you through the night like you're his own personal teddy bear. He's a hot sleeper as well so he likes to be in a cool room or have the window cracked open.

I will be reposting the NSFW one for him as well.🥰

[spooky-all-year-round]

Battle Confession

The prompts: "I thought I'd never see you again" and "You said... 'I love you'."

SFW G/n Reader x Ominis. This takes place post-game, I left it open for what the situation could be but if the triwizard tournament happens their 6th year then this would be in their 7th. Cause Hogwarts can never have one peaceful year. =)

Trigger warnings: hints of violence, anxiety, sad ominis, but it's happy I promise!

You were running flat out, students were being ushered out of the castle in droves. You were forcing your way past and between them. You had to get to the fight. You rounded the corner and spotted blonde slicked back hair and a robe lined with green. Slamming to a stop you shouted his name, grabbing his left hand with your right and placed your left hand on his right arm to stop him fully. "Ominis i need to tell you something." You were desperate, he had to know.

"What? Tell me later, we need to leave! The teachers said we all need to get off of school grounds! Its not-" he started.

"Ominis I dont know how this will all end. But I need you to know that I love you!" You placed a quick kiss on his cheek before taking off again. His shouts were quickly drowned out between the distance and the sounds of everyone leaving. All you knew is that you needed to save everyone. You needed to save him. Even if it meant you couldn't stay by his side.

You awoke a week later in the hospital wing early in the morning. Matron Blainey filled you in on your injuries and what she has done to heal them and on all the gifts that were left and visiors that had come by. Most notably one Mr.Gaunt, who came daily and for as long as he could. After all was said and done she stated she wanted to keep you overnight for observation and gave you a potion to help you sleep some more.

When you woke up this time it must have only been a few hours later. You could feel drops hit your hand and just as you wondered how there was even possibly a leak in this castle, you began to notice things. That hand was warm, clasped between two of someone else's. And there was a soft hitch in breath before more quiet shuddering breaths came. "Please, you have to come back. You cant leave me." A stiffled sob. "I cant lose you. I wish I had stopped you. Dragged you out of the school myself. I cant believe I froze. That I let you run off into danger again."

You're heart ached he couldnt possibly blame himself. You body was sore and so tired but you had to push through. You had to let him know it wasnt his fault. Sweet Ominis, sitting here crying, blaming himself for your reckless heroics. Had this been what he has been doing every day he visited?

You started trying to push yourself up but only managing a few shifts thanks to the sleeping potion weighing your body down. But it was enough to catch his attention. Because he let out a small gasp and a whisper of your name as if he couldnt believe you were awake. You slowly blinked your eyes open squinting at the sun coming from the other side of the room. His face was one of shock, his beautiful icy blue eyes looking in your direction, even from this angle you could see the beautiful star burst pattern in them. He stood up while reaching for his wand, ready to grab Matron Blainey. He stopped short when he felt your hand tighten around his as you begged, "No please, let me be with you for a moment. I spoke with her earlier." He sat back down obligingly, you could now see his puffy eyes and the hint of red on his nose and cheeks from crying. Slowly you reached up with your other hand to gently hold his face. Another tear started to roll down his cheek. "Ominis my dear, please dont blame yourself. I had to do it. I had to save the school, I had to save you."

He shook his head. "To hell with the school. The teachers could have handled it. You've saved it before so why must you again? I should have stopped you. I should have begged you. Anything to get you to come to safety!" His words were cut off by another sob and you took the chance to stop his spiralling.

"They needed me, they needed my powers. They're strong but they needed my magic to put a stop to it. I'm sorry I didn't explain more but I had to go. The longer i took the worse the aftermath wouldve been." Your voice was almost a haze as you did your best to keep yourself from crying.

"You said ...'I love you'." His voice trailed off with that statement. It hung in the air like a question, a plea to know what you meant.

"I thought I'd never see you again. I wanted you to know for a while now. We became so close so quickly and I fell so hard. I couldn't ever get the courage to tell you, I didn't want to lose you over it. But knowing there was a good chance I'd never see you again... I had to tell you." The words just came spilling out. You were anxious to explain, not wanting him to cut in.

He was silent for far too long, his tears had stopped at some point, but your's were welling up. The panic set in, your heart going both too fast and too hard. It hurt so bad, like your heart might break your ribs. He didnt return your feelings. Here you were, ruining one of the few friendships you had because you just had to spill your heart out. Your whole body was trembling and now your tears were streaming non-stop down your face.

He chuckled before bringing your hand to kiss the back of it. "You couldn't find the courage? Well I don't feel like such a coward hearing that. My darling, I have been infatuated with you for so long. I don't know when it turned to love, but it has been that way for a while. You are the warmth of the sun wrapped up as a person. The sweet melody that gets caught and stuck in my head. A cold drink on a hot day. A comforting story after a terrible nightmare. I have bent to your whims when I was solid as stone to others. I would find a way to give you the universe if you so much as hinted that you wanted it. I would do anything if it made you happy, regardless of how it made me feel. I dont know why but something in you pulls me harder then any accio that could ever be performed. I have heard of soulmates and it would be the only explanation I could give right now. I never wish to lose you and it killed me to think I almost did. You feel like safety and comfort to me... I love you so much."

His declaration knocked the wind out of you. How could you respond to that? So you did the only thing you could think of within your physical abilities. You pulled his hands back towards you and kissed both of them. "How could i go anywhere when the one place i want to be is with you?"

[alun1r]

Curiosity

Sebastian Sallow x Valeria Lowell (MC) One-Shot

Word Count: 3,000

💚SFW💚

» I wanted to write a one-shot fic of how I think it would have gone down when Valeria told Sebastian about her family and how she really ended up at Hogwarts. So I wrote this cute, fluffy, comfort fic taking place during their fifth year. (Pre-In the shadow of the Relic Quest)

Valeria Lowell sat in a patch of grass. Her eyes fixated on the wondrous Castle. She’d been walking the halls for months now. Attending classes. Eating. Sleeping. Studying. Making friends.

Something she had never been accustomed to. Especially when it came to making friends. And now she had a handful.

It still didn’t cure the loneliness. And the bitterness she felt at the story of her life so far.

The thought of her parents made her tremble for a moment as she pulled her gaze off of Hogwarts and down at the grass she sat upon.

She took a deep breath.

“ There you are.” A familiar voice said beside her, suddenly.

She perked up curiously and peered over.

“ There YOU are.” She responded with a small smirk before looking back to her grand view.

“ I didn’t see you at Dinner. Are you feeling ill?” Sebastian Sallow asked slowly approaching her.

She shook her head. “ No. Honestly, I came out here to study. And the time seemed to have escaped from me.” She said with a sigh upon realizing she wouldn’t be getting any dinner.

Well she knew she could ask the elves to sneak her a snack. But she didn’t feel like making the trip to the kitchen now.

“ Got rather side tracked I supposed.” She trailed off. “ How did you find me?”

“ Spotted you from the Astronomy tower.” He said as he eyed her curiously.

This girl had been a mystery to him all year. She was clearly selective with what she wanted to share. With anyone she knew here.

He had figured maybe she spoke more to Poppy and Natsai. Considering they were all girls.

But when asking about where she came from they all said the same thing.

London.

Nothing more and nothing less.

When asked about her family, it was the same.

They’re fine.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He knew she didn’t have siblings. She’d alluded to being a half-blood. She definitely was likely the first witch of her family given her fascination with everything. And how much she had to play catch up, not just with studies but everything in the wizarding world.

“ Side tracked or perhaps searching for a ‘Do-Do’ bird to call your own?” He poked fun as he recalled the first time she saw a Dirricawl.

It was in beasts class the first week of term. Her eyes widened in pure shock. As she pointed so confidentially and said ‘ a real do-do bird! How is this possible!’ Sebastian laughed so hard he got detention for continuing to giggle about it during the lecture.

Valeria relished in the revenge.

She rolled her eyes as he teased her. “ Hush! You can’t possibly still find that funny! Dont make fun of our cultural differences.”

Sebastian laughed as he stepped closer to her, capturing a better glimpse of the view she had. “ I promise to remember that till my death bed. I had heard muggles called them that but honestly I didn’t know OR think it was true.”

Valeria groaned with a laugh. “ I apologize for not having a magical upbringing.” She said, her tone filled with playful sarcasm.

“ What sort of upbringing did you have?” Sebastian asked after a moment. Clearly cautiously.

Valeria caught on to his caution and glanced up at him. Her expression was suspicious of him. The walls were being slowly raised again. And he could see it in her eyes.

But he hoped she’d say something further. Anything to cure his curiosity.

She looked away. “ Why do you ask?”

He crossed his arms in a relaxed state. This was a step further. And he definitely had the patience to seek out more. Especially knowing how powerful she was with ancient magic. You’d think someone like that would boast and gloat. Not even bother with studying. Because why would you?

But she studied meticulously. Spent hours in the greenhouse. So much so to have been dubbed the Garden Snake of Slytherin by other students.

Sebastian honestly loved that name for her. It was fitting far past her fascination with plants.

“ Many reasons. Mostly curiosity.” He said honestly.

She smiled to herself slightly and nodded. “ I do like that about you.” She murmured, almost to herself.

Sebastian’s cheeks flushed slightly, caught off guard. “ What..”

“ Your honesty.” She said softly.

Sebastian stepped further. “ Oh? It’s not my obviously amazing dueling skills?” He feigned hurt as he put his hand over his chest.

When she peeked back at him, he grinned and crouched down at be at eye level with her.

“ I’m always honest about my curiosity. However it’s not just that.” He said, his tone indicating a more serious reason.

She raised an eyebrow.

“ You remember the first day we met?” He asked suddenly.

She nodded. “ Of course. The first day of the term in the common room—“

“ September 2nd.” He interrupted. She stared at him confused as to why the exact date was important.

“ It’s now nearing the end of February… and if anyone were to ask what I know of my friend, Valeria Lowell. I wouldn’t be able to say much.” He admitted softly.

She looked away and stared at the blades of grass beneath her. Slowly moving against her with the breeze. The sun hiding behind Hogwarts as night creeped upon them.

“ I must apologize for that.” She said suddenly.

“ No you don’t have—“

“ Then what do you want?” She asked. Slightly defensive.

Sebastian looked a bit startled and surprised her sudden tone change. When she noticed his expression, hers softened as she turned away in shame.

“ I’m sorry.” She sighed quietly. “ It’s not you. And it’s not that I don’t want to discuss it with you… I merely don’t know how.”

“ What’s that mean?” He asked.

She shrugged. “ I don’t… I just…” she stammered for the proper words.

Sebastian remained in silence as she took her time. Her hair tied up with a navy blue ribbon. He frowned. She needed green for Slytherin. But that was an issue for another time.

‘A green ribbon would suit her hair and skin tone better ‘ he thought to himself.

“ you were the first person who is my age. Speak to me as an equal in more ways than one. And if I’m being more… honest. You’re also the first person I’d considered to have become my friend.” She murmured softly.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as many questions arose. Her tone wasn’t that of gratefulness or joy to finally have a friend. It sounded more like she was disappointed it wasn’t something she had sooner. Something she could have and should have had.

But why couldn’t she?

“ An Equal?” He suddenly asked the first question he could hold onto in his mind.

She nodded. “ I know I haven’t been forthcoming with where I come from. I’ve heard the rumors about me having been from another wizard academy.”

Sebastian nodded as he had heard some rumors. “ Yeah that one started to explain why you’re so poised and… proper.. no offense?” he said cautiously.

Valeria turned and eyed him stifling a laugh. “ Why would that be offensive?” Her smile slowly faded. “ Is my behavior to others perhaps rude?” She said suddenly rethinking her approach to other students. She always tried to be friendly. Perhaps it was too much though.

Sebastian shook his head quickly. “ No no no!” He said trying not to laugh at how worried she was over others perception of her.

“ It’s more so of how… kind and approachable you are.” He said trying to think of the proper words. “ And just… how you carry yourself, I suppose. It’s different from most people. You seem so… mature.”

She thought about it for a moment and suddenly it made sense. Her poised and proper nature was perceived as kind and approachable. In reality was how she was molded.

“ Is the Lowell family name known by anyone in the wizarding world?” She asked.

Sebastian shook his head. “ No… already looked.”

She eyed him, not totally surprised that he tried to look her family up somehow. Or at the least ask around.

“ You like my honesty.” He shrugged.

She rolled her eyes with a smaller smile before it slowly faded as she transpired how to tell him about her family.

Or rather lack thereof now.

“ The Lowell’s own many trades and run various businesses across the coasts of South America. Parts of North America. And Spain.” She began.

Sebastian was already in shock. Not only was she from London. But she was definitely a prolific member of high society with a family that did business like that. They already sounded like Ominis’ family.

“ I was the only child of Edward and Dahlia Lowell. And a girl.” She explained. “ That business would never be mine. But I would have to be the perfect bride for a man who could own it.”

Sebastian’s expression fell.

“ But then Professor Fig arrived.” She continued. “ He explained I was a witch. And he was there to teach me and get me up to speed. But when my parents received the news they… were not thrilled.”

“ Not thrilled? Could they not imagine how magic could further their business?” He said in frustration. He was already disliking her family. But he held hope perhaps they’d had come around.

She merely laughed at his question. “ Honestly I hadn’t thought of that. But no definitely not…” she murmured before sighing. “ My father spoke for me. But Fig wouldn’t hear of it from him. He said he had to hear it from me. And so my father offered an ultimatum he thought would leave my hands tied.” She said as she took a breath. “ I choose my family. And the life they paved for me. With every choice made by them. Who I would marry. The number of children I must bare with them… everything. Or choose magic. And be dead to them.”

Sebastian’s heart sank as he processed the ultimatum given to her.

“ You chose magic.” He murmured softly.

She nodded in silence.

“ So where did you go over Christmas break?” He asked suddenly.

“ I stayed here.” She said quickly.

“ No. You packed a bag” he said suddenly. He had caught her in a corner. She couldn’t deny it. She wished him a well Christmas. And had said she’d pass his well wishes to her family.

She bit her lip and sighed as she hung her head down.

“ I went back.” She admitted. “ I… I thought they were bluffing.” She admitted even quieter.

“ They weren’t…were they?”

She shook her head. “ No…” her voice sounded shaky.

Sebastian’s heart began to race.

“ The letters I’d sent apologizing and explaining sat at our empty estates mailbox. The name on our state was chiseled away.” She explained further. Her eyes remained fixated on the swaying blades of grass. Begging the tears in her eyes to dry quickly before Sebastian would notice.

She had only cried the night she got back to Hogwarts that day. Feeling abandoned. Useless. Swallowed by a void of loneliness.

Sebastian’s arm slowly rose and gently pulled her head into the side of his chest, as he sat closer beside her.

She froze as he did so. Her breath hitched quietly but she didn’t fight or pull from him.

“ I’m sorry.” He whispered. “ I can’t say I understand. Or that things will change and they’ll come around. I don’t know them.”

She nodded.

“ But if they did. Would that make you happy?” He asked.

She thought for a moment. About the life they laid out for her. Her life with them was beautiful. All the dresses and jewels possible to make her beautiful. All the books she could have to make her intelligent. That year she left for Hogwarts she would have been making her debut to social circles. The one thing that life certified was security of a comfortable care free life. At the expense of her individuality.

And she knew she couldn’t ever stray from her parents path. She’d already faced the consequences for doing so before. Her father had always wanted a son. She was never enough for him. Or her mother. To her she was imperfect. Never a good enough daughter. To her, Valeria read too much. She’d ask meaningless questions as a child. And she was thankful by the age of 12 that her daughter was now practically mute. Only ever nodding or shaking her head in response. Speaking only when necessary and when spoken to.

“ I wasn’t happy there to begin with.” She said suddenly. Her body trembled slightly as Sebastian’s hand trailed down her arm, gently caressing her in comfort.

“ I don’t know how anyone would be.” He said quietly. “ But everything about your nature makes sense now. Why didn’t you say anything about it? Why lie?”

“ I’m sorry.” She said through a trembled voice. “ I haven’t had friends or these sorts of relationships with peers before. It’s just… it’s embarassing to have been casted out like I was.” She admitted trying to hide her face.

Sebastian quickly wrapped another arm around her.

She suddenly pulled away from him. A few tears leaking from her eyes.

“ I apologize for lying but it’s just… I have no idea on how to even describe what happened and what I’m doing here.” She said.

Sebastian stared at her hazel eyes, her tears making them shine a bit brighter. Especially when illuminated by the moonlight peeking over the highlands.

“ And this world is so different from my own. I apologize for being so odd and as thought I’ve kept a secret about myself that’s worth anything but… I didn’t want to risk humiliation and loosing the friends I’ve made because my own family didn’t even want me after everything.” she admitted quickly.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed as he quickly held her shoulders to sooth her hysterical state.

“ Valeria you’re not thinking properly. And jumping to conclusions. I’m not angry with you or anything” he quickly said.

Her expression remained panicked but now puzzled.

“ I’m not angry with you nor would I think less of you for having this happen to you.” He explained as he reached up and slowly pushed her black wavy hair back. Her face was still stained with tears.

“ Although I do wish you had told me so I could have dragged you off to Feldcroft.” He chuckled suddenly, as his hands reached down to hold hers.

She looked down at his gentle touch. For someone as brash and aggressive as he was in dueling, this gentle nature of him was surprising to her. It made her heart skip several beats.

“ Dragged me?” She laughed softly.

“ Anne would have loved Christmas with you. Ominis would have been there as well.” He chuckled.

“ I’m sorry.” She said after a moment.

“ I don’t like when you apologize to me.” He murmured as his thumb massaged small circles on the top of her hand.

She looked up confused. “ What—“

“ Doesn’t suit you. You’re much more of a know it all you know?” He teased.

Valeria gasped and gently shoved him as he laughed.

“ That’s the Valeria Lowell I know.” He laughed. “ Poised and proper but I know you can’t resist me and my antics.”

“ Get over yourself Sallow.” She laughed as she rolled her eyes and used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her face of her remaining tears.

He stood up and leaned down offering her his hand.

She smiled and accepted the help up, but rather than release her hand, he gently pulled her into a warm embrace.

For a moment she’d considered pulling back. Her mother would have it out for her had she seen her embrace a boy like this.

But she wasn’t here anymore. Her father wasn’t here either.

Her choices were entirely her own.

She let her arms wrap gently around him, as she relaxed into his arms. He smiled against the side of her head, the smell of lavender and vanilla filled the air he breathed. She always smelled nice to him.

His scent made her melt even further. A mix of cinnamon and parchment, almost. Would make sense. He always had a book or was sneaking around for them.

“ Thank you for telling me more about you.” He murmured softly in their embrace. “ I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with this alone. And felt like you had to. But, you don’t Valeria.” He whispered as his embrace around her grew tighter.

“ I’m here. And we’re friends. You’ve done more than I could ever repay you for this year. And I’ll always be grateful for your help in curing Anne. So please let me at least try to repay you by being here.”

Valeria remained quiet. Her face flushed from his kind words and warm hug.

She pulled away and met his gaze for a moment before looking back at the grand castle, illuminated by the moonlight.

“ I’ve spent months mourning the life I thought I needed to follow. And the home I thought was mine.”

“ It wasn’t.”

She shook her head. “ No it was not.”

She smiled as she looked back at him. “ You are. Ominis is. Hogwarts is.”

He smiled with a nod and reached down for her hand.

“ Let’s get you back home then.” He chuckled as he pulled her along.

“ Last thing I want to deal with are prefects.” He joked.

She laughed as she followed along, their hands intertwined the entire treck back to the Slytherin Common room.