#imedla reyes

[kemiichi]

Any love for Imelda? I wanted to sketch her since she's sidelined in Quidditch Champions 😫 sorta copied the pose from quidditch champions thing iunno

[omiiverse]

Reader has a crush on Ominis and tells Imelda. Sebastian eavesdrops the confession, He is obsessed with her since 5’ year. He decides to use polyjuice to pursue her. How difficult can it be to impersonate your blind friend?

polyjuice - sebastian sallow x reader

cw: angst, slight smut if you squint, kissing, unedited

an: Thank you for your request anon! I had the utmost fun writing this lil blurb 🫶 Idk what it is but I’m such a sucker for some angst lol I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe

It was almost challenging for him; But of course, nothing was too difficult for Sebastian Sallow once he set his mind to it. On one of his late night visits to the Restricted Section, he stumbled upon something rather odd. Fascinating really. A transformative potion. 

“Polyjuice.” Sebastian reads the words aloud in a mumbled breath. 

Enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person, as long as they have first procured part of that individual’s body to add to the brew (this may be anything – toenail clippings, dandruff—

 Ugh. How awful. As quickly as he picked it off the shelf, he placed it back in its dusty empty space. 

Within the following weeks, Sebastian forgot all about his late night discovery in the library. That is, until he overheard your conversation with Imelda Reyes.

“You can’t be serious.” Imedla scoffs, distaste clearly written all over her face. “Gaunt?”

Sebastian peers over the book he was currently reading; stealing glances of you from the regal couch. 

You nod, smiling softly as if his friend’s name was a treasure itself. 

“Be careful.” The Slytherin quidditch captain loops her arm in yours. “Pureblood enthusiasts – the lot of them. Nasty folk if you ask me.”

“He isn’t like that.” Sebastian speaks the words before you can. Being protective of his friend was almost like second nature to him. He closes his book before making his way over to the two of you. “Don’t speak of him that way.”

“Sallow.” Imelda raises a  brow, failing to hide her disapproving tone.

“Reyes.”

You approach your friend cautiously, fiddling with the ends of your books, not wanting him to be disappointed in you.

“I’m sorry you overheard that.” You immediately apologize, not wanting to give Sebastian the wrong idea. “I agree. Ominis isn’t like that.”

Your words are firm, making Sebastian regret ever saying anything in the first place. The corner of his mouth twitches, irritation burning in the pit of his stomach. Your loyalty should belong to him and him only. 

He nods, unable to conjure any words before swiftly walking back to his common room. The short interaction was enough to have Sebastian convinced. That night, he’d be returning to the restrictive section. 

Despite the book mentioning that Polyjuice Potion should only be brewed by the most talented of all Witches and Wizards, Sebastian found the warning hard to believe; While he considered himself subpar at potions at the very best, he experienced little to no difficulty to execute the recipe’s instructions. The only challenge he encountered was procuring a piece of his friend. And Ominis was not a fool; His performance in school only proving that he was one of the brightest Wizards in their year. There was little that would go unnoticed by him. However, a single hair is all it took and Sebastian’s secret Polyjuice Potion was complete.

Sebastian peers into the cauldron, fanning his hand across, hoping it would get rid of some of the putrid smell. Luckily for him, nobody used the bathroom on the fourth floor at this hour. Heavy clouds emit from the dark bubbling liquid, making Sebastian almost second guess this idea. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, doing his utmost best to chase away any remaining feelings of self doubt. Without a second thought, he dunks a tiny glass beaker, filling it to the brim. He raises it to his lips, hesitating for only a bit, before daring to taste his concoction. 

Just a sip of the thick bubbling potion was excruciatingly painful; the effects taking place almost immediately. Sharp pains emit from the top of his head as if someone was ripping chunks of hair from his scalp. Muscles begin to spasm; followed by the sounds of cracking bones. The pain seems to last forever until finally, it begins to subside.

“Oh for fucks sake.” He groaned, his voice was unfamiliarly hoarse. He grabs onto the edge of the sink, doing his best to not fall over from the obnoxious pounding in his head. Through squinted eyes, he peers into the dirty mirror only to find that it is not himself that is reflected back but the weary face of Ominis Gaunt.

The castle at night was eerie but Sebastian was able to make his way back to the Astronomy Tower without any difficulty – knowing the corridors of Hogwarts like the back of his hand. He knew that if there was one place you would be, he’d find you there. 

Clamoring up the staircase, he feels his heartbeat nervously in his chest. Despite his ability to wear the face of his closest friend, he knew there would be a possibility of you seeing right through the facade. You were a bright Witch afterall. Would you take notice? 

A strong breeze hits him as soon as he emerges on the deck. There he find you leaning against the railing peering upwards into the starlit sky; The moon illuminating your small frame. The sight alone is enough to leave Sebastian breathless. 

Without thinking, he feels his legs stride forward, heavy footsteps thudding against the wooden floor until he’s right behind you. The sound of someone approaching, makes you turn around.

“Ominis.” You smile, an elated look immediately lighting up your face. The soft tone in your voice makes Sebastian’s chest pang with envy.  It was a sweetness that was reserved for his friend and was tormentingly unfamiliar to Sebastian. Your reaction was disenchanting; Shattering the illusion that perhaps living under the skin of his closest friend would extinguish the flames of jealousy that blazed brightly within him.  The harrowing truth remained that you weren’t speaking to him. Not really. This sweetness was not for him. And the pain of wanting but not truly having you made his heart ache with a craving — a dark desire, to have you for himself. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” Your arms wrap around his torso, breaking him from his self deprecating thoughts. 

“I…” He hesitates, not wanting you to catch on, before slowly relaxing and taking you into his arms. You felt so good. So right. But yet again, his intrusive thoughts invade his mind, ruining the sweet moment of your embrace. This moment was not meant for him. 

You look up at him expectantly, pressing your cheek into his chest, as if you couldn’t bear to be apart from him. A breath escapes Sebastian's lips, finding himself completely captivated by your gaze. 

How cruel, Sebastian thought to himself. This moment was all too perfect however, none of it belonged to him. 

“Omi–!” He cuts you off, cupping your face in pale hands, and pressing his lips against yours. You gasp, completely taken off guard by the sudden onset. He feels your lips part, deciding to take advantage of your surprise, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours. You grip onto his arms, your legs threatening to give out; the heat of the moment almost too much to bear. 

Sebastian groans, savoring your sweetness, His thumbs caresing your cold cheeks, as he pulls away to nip at your bottom lip. The delicious sting elicits a needy whine, making you crave touches beyond a simple kiss. You stand on tippy toes wanting to be as close as possible; Allowing Sebastian to pepper open mouthed kisses along your neck, the light stubble from his chin sending shivers down your spine and causing an unfamiliar wetness to pool between your legs. 

It takes everything Sebastian has to finally pull away; He’d drink tenfold of any Polyjuice Potion before denying himself of you. But no matter how much his heart ached, he couldn’t find it within himself to betray the man he considered as close as a brother. And the thought of causing you pain was worse than anything he could imagine; He'd rather die.

He closes his eyes, silently praying for forgiveness before muttering the words that would wipe this memory from existence. 

“Obliviate.”