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Jealous Obsession (Part II) / Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Warnings: Not suitable for readers under 18; includes adult content. Explicit sexual content (+18). NSFW. Lubrication, fingering, kissing. All characters are above 18years WordCount: 2.7k Summary: Weeks have passed since your heated encounter with Sebastian in the bathrooms during the Yule Ball, and you’ve been doing everything to avoid him, desperate to escape the memory of that passionate kiss. Now, in a bold move to reclaim your attention, Sebastian waits for you in Professor Figg’s classroom after classes. As you stand before each other the temptation that has haunted you both becomes almost impossible to resist.

"How long do you plan on ignoring me?" A deep, familiar voice broke the silence from behind the door, making your heart race. At this time, there shouldn’t be any students or teachers in Professor Figg’s classroom, let alone someone sitting at his desk, so you definitely weren’t expecting anyone there. As you turned abruptly, you saw Sebastian casually leaning against the desk, his arms crossed, and his dark eyes staring at you with an intensity that seemed to unravel your thoughts.

He was still wearing his uniform, though his cloak was nowhere in sight. His shirt and tie were wrinkled, and his sleeves rolled up: clear signs that he’d been wearing them all day and had loosened them for comfort. The freckled’s hair was slightly disheveled, and his expression showed a mix of fatigue and irritation, as if he’d had an exhausting day and was hoping to end it with this conversation. Despite his raw appearance, he looked particularly attractive.

"Sebastian," you exhaled, still feeling your heart pounding while clutching the books tightly against your chest. "You nearly scared me to death."

"So?" His voice was low and confident, and his eyes held a touch of impatience or something deeper that you couldn’t quite figure.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." You proceeded to place your books on the desk, right next to him, and carefully folded your cloak, deliberately avoiding his gaze as if he wasn’t there: doing exactly what he had mentioned.

"Sure." He crossed his arms, a gesture that made him seem even more imposing, one eyebrow raised as if he was challenging you to offer a propper explanation. You could feel the weight of his gaze consuming you. You sighed, trying to appear annoyed.

"I’m new in fifth year, remember? I have to catch up while you’re off having fun with Ravenclaw’s." You tried to sound casual, but the irritation in your sarcasm was evident. A playful, teasing smile appeared on his lips. "Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?"

"I’ve been watching you." His words wrapped around you like a dangerous caress as his eyes gleamed with darkness. "Since that night, you’ve been coming to this classroom every night after dinner, and it struck me as odd, considering Professor Figg’s day is long over."

"You’ve been following me?" You tried to sound irritated, but your voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

"I’ve been trying to talk to you since then, but all you’ve done is ignore me."

He was right. Weeks had passed since that night, and neither of you had dared to confront the issue. Your evasion had been a desperate attempt to dodge the conversation, or worse, to avoid admitting how much it had affected you. Every night you stayed awake, haunted by the memory of his passionate kiss and how he lifted you with eagerness, pressing his hips against yours, replaying the scene over and over in your mind. Your cheeks burned with a fierce blush at the thought, and you shook your head, trying to erase the image.

But confronting him would force you to face the reality of what had happened and reveal the emotional chaos he had stirred in you with an intensity you barely understood and even less wanted him to discover. The idea of him realizing how deeply he had impacted you was unbearable; it was a risk you simply couldn’t afford to take, so you continued with your tasks as if nothing had happened.

"Are we really going to go over this again?" You sighted again.

"Are you jealous?" he murmured, his voice a mix of seriousness and playful provocation that, combined with its depth, was almost a purr. You stopped flipping through the pages of your Transfiguration book and looked at him, incredulous.

"Jealous?" You raised an eyebrow, a spark of mockery in your eyes.

"Do you think I don’t know how irresistible I can be to women?" His smile widened as his eyes sparkled with a mix of sarcasm and challenge. That expression made him annoyingly attractive, and you hated how much it affected you.

"Narcissist," you shot back, turning back to your book as if wanting to end the conversation, but the challenge in his eyes sharpened.

Suddenly, with a dull thud, he immediately closed your book in order to focus your attention on him and only him, His torso leaned slightly toward you, and his arm was right in front of you, invading your space and making you even more nervous due to the closeness, while murmuring to you in a seductive tone. 

"And are you really that immune to my charm?" A wave of heat coursed through your body, leaving you torn between irritation and the uncomfortable truth of his words. You couldn’t resist the urge to look at the veins in his worked arms subtly visible as he expected your answer. But you couldn’t let him win. You met his gaze with a fiery, defiant intensity, daring him to back down. 

Despite his relaxed posture, his eyes remained fixed on you with an air of ironic detachment, fully aware of how right he was from the blush that had appeared on your cheeks. A loose strand of hair fell over his forehead, his head slightly tilted to the side as if he was genuinely curious to see where this conversation would lead.

Your lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile, loaded with undeniable provocation, and this time it was your eyebrow that raised in a silent challenge.

"Maybe it’s not me who’s jealous," you murmured, stepping forward with deliberate slowness, your gaze locked on his like a predator stalking its prey. You knew you were turning the tables, doing exactly what he had done that night. His exterior remained composed, but you noticed the slight downward movement in his throat that betrayed him. You moved close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. With calculated slowness, your fingers found the knot of his tie, tightening it with a pull before smoothing the fabric of his shirt: a gentle, seemingly innocent gesture that carried a dangerous edge. You leaned closer to reach the collar of his shirt, and with a low, provocative voice, tinged with something dark, you whispered, "Didn’t it bother you to see me with him that night?" The words dripped like poison. "Imagining everything he could have done…"

Before you could finish the sentence, Sebastian moved quickly and desperately. He lunged forward as if wanting to silence you, and with a sharp gasp, you found yourself stumbling backward, your back colliding with the hard wood of the desk where he had been moments before. His body leaned forward, trapping you, his hands planted on either side of the desk, caging you in a way that made every breath feel heavier. His presence filled the room, every detail sharpening: his scent, the warmth of his body so close, the tension in his muscles.

For a moment, you hesitated, but you quickly regained control, meeting his gaze with a defiant attitude that teetered on the edge of control. You planted your palms on the desk, forcing yourself to remain slightly upright. His eyes, burning with an almost feral hunger, roved over you, devouring you inch by inch with a twisted smile on his lips. You hated what his arrogance did to you.

He moved dangerously close to your ear, so close you could feel his breath on your neck, and at the same time, you noticed a soft touch on your waist, deceptively teasing, a caress that made you crave something rougher, something like that night. Then, with a purr so low it sent a shiver down your spine, he whispered

"Do you really think I’d let anyone else touch like I would?" His lips found your earlobe, grazing it with agonizing slowness. Your stomach tightened, and something low within you began to burn. His teeth briefly caught that erogenous spot on your ear with the lightest bite, intensifying the wave of heat coursing through you, and your breath hitched as a soft, involuntary sound you hadn’t meant to give him escaped your lips at that touch. You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin, fully aware of what he was doing to you.

At that moment, you knew the game had changed. It was no longer about who could hold out the longest, but about a battle for control, who would give in first, who would surrender. And with every inch of space between you evaporating, both of you knew the answer was dangerously close.

He pulled back just enough to lock his eyes onto yours, and when your gazes met, a shiver ran through his body at the sight of the desire reflected on your face. Your chin slightly tilted downward forced you to look up at him from an angle that was, at the very least, provocative, while your lips parted. Your breath was fast and ragged, and the extreme closeness of his body against yours made you feel something hard growing in his trousers. You smiled wickedly, which caused that to press even more awkwardly against you.

You both knew exactly the effect you had on each other, but neither of you was willing to stop this game, fueled by lust, which only intensified with each new reaction.

He leaned in again, this time to capture your neck, licking painfully slowly, continuing his game. A stifled breath escaped your lips at the feel of his hot tongue on your skin.

Without letting go of your neck, you felt his fingers start to slide gently up the underside of your thigh, stroking upward with wild slowness that sparked a desperate need for contact. Your breathing became even more ragged with every movement. He abandoned your neck to look back at you and with a sharp movement, he gripped your thigh firmly and lifted one of your legs onto the desk, leaving you completely exposed to him, never breaking eye contact. His lips were slightly parted, and his gaze was fixed on you, feeding off of your reactions to his touch and seeking to demonstrate exactly what he had mentioned.

In that exposed position, he continued to caress your thigh, causing your skin to tingle at the touch of his calloused hands, a reminder of his hard physical labor. You decided not to look away from his eyes, aware of what your reactions were provoking in him. You could feel the bulge in his crotch grow at the touch of your other leg, and as he pressed it tighter against you, he took the opportunity to rub even harder against you, intensifying his caresses. The anticipation was tantalizing you.

His hand reached up the skirt of your uniform and with a gentle movement he pulled the fabric aside to gain greater access to your nether region. With extreme gentleness he caressed your sensitive area above your underwear with two fingers, exploring your sensitivity. You exhaled softly at the surprise of the touch, without taking his gaze from yours, and your skin tingled.

He smiled softly as he brought his fingers into your line of sight, inching them closer to your lips. Without breaking eye contact, you parted your lips, welcoming his fingers and moistening them. His erection pressed against you, desperate to break free, while he guided those fingers downward. With utmost care, he pulled aside the fabric of your underwear, determined not to lose the slickness on his fingers. A breathy moan escaped you as his fingers found your most sensitive spot, tracing slow, deliberate circles that made your abdominal muscles tighten. A hungry gleam sparked in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, entirely focused on your response to his touch. Uncontrollable moans slipped from your lips as he set a languid rhythm, melting you into a wave of pleasure.

You broke that intense eye contact only when your head fell back completely, a deep, shuddering exhale escaping your lips as you felt his middle finger sliding slowly into your wet heat. You couldn’t help but notice the satisfied smile spreading across his face at how eager you were.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a sultry caress against your skin. “I want to watch you while I touch you.” You locked your gaze with his again, and your breath caught as you saw the bulge in his pants straining painfully against his clothes, pressing closer to you.

He established a relentless rhythm inside you, each thrust echoing the melody of your own moans, building a tension that left you breathless. It was only when he slid in a second finger that the overwhelming pleasure inside you surged beyond control, setting your senses ablaze.

“Ah, Sebastian…” You clutched his shoulders, desperately trying to contain the overwhelming pleasure surging within you, as if you could no longer bear to remain in that position. But your grip only drove the brunet to intensify his movements, his thumb drawing tight circles on your most sensitive spot. Heat flooded your cheeks as he leaned closer to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he purred, before returning to tease your earlobe with wet kisses that made you tremble against him. Watching you in such a vulnerable state only ignited his hunger and desperation for you. “I want to fuck you so hard, darling.”

“Do it,” you breathed, your voice emerging as a pleading sigh, thick with longing and desire.

“I won’t do it here.” A flicker of disappointment crossed your eyes, and he seemed to catch it, leaning in closer as he continued, “I want to fuck you somewhere I can hear you scream for my name.” A wave of heat pooled in your core, your mind swirling with desire at his words. His fingers plunged in and out, expertly circling your clit, each movement igniting a delicious wave of pleasure that swelled and intensified with every gentle stroke.

You felt an overwhelming pressure build within you, blurring your vision as his rhythmic motions quickened, propelling you closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Ah, Sebastian… I’m gonna—” you moaned, but he silenced you, covering your mouth with his free hand. The sensation of his fingers working so masterfully sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling and gasping as waves of bliss washed over you, urging you to surrender to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

“Cum, darling” he purred in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. At that moment, everything faded away; you were completely lost in the sensations, feeling every exquisite movement he made. “Come on my fingers.”

Your body began to tremble uncontrollably, and you gripped his shoulders tightly as he continued his insistent rhythm. Waves of electric pleasure crashed over you, each one more intense than the last, overwhelming your senses. Finally, you collapsed into his arms, breath hitching in your throat, your heartbeat pounding fiercely, echoing like a relentless drum in the silence. Each pulse resonated with the aftershocks of ecstasy, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

You stayed in that position, clinging to each other just long enough for you to catch your breath. When he pulled away just a few inches, his gaze sought yours, as if the contact wasn't enough. Then, without warning, his lips met yours, this time with a disconcerting softness, the complete opposite of the ferocity of their previous touch. Exhaustion overcame you, but the kiss, slow and full of need, swept you away, making you melt completely in his arms. You opened your lips to let in his tongue, which this time was extremely light compared to the kiss from that night. Your lips joined with a slowness that, rather than being frustrating, was an attempt to enjoy something you had never allowed yourselves and wanted it to never end.

When he broke away at last, his hands adjusted your hair and tightened the fabric of your skirt, but his eyes were still fixed on yours, filled with that mixture of emotions he could barely contain. He seemed to be debating internally, until, in a voice laden with frustration and something that felt like a confession, he murmured:

“I hate to imagine that anyone else could have you like this”

Okay, this is the first time I do a sexual explicit shot, and I personally feel quite satisfied. Wanting to keep learning to do it better. I hope you like it, and please be patient with me as I continue to try! It actually makes me want to make a whole fanfic about this hahaha A special mention to these beautiful souls who supported me and specifically asked me to tag them for the second part; I hope I lived up to the occasion! @dragonstoneshortcake @katking0943 @insidemyimaginationn

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Echoes of Betrayal (II)

Warnings: emotional tension, abuse of power, darkness and magic, feelings of hopelessness, loss Wordcount: 1.7k Summary: After capturing Avelyn, Sebastian finds himself in Azkaban in her cell, desperate to persuade her to reveal the truth to the Ministry. But he doesn’t realize that his consuming obsession with mastering dark magic and the profound connection he feels with her will push him to the brink of losing himself entirely.

The dark figure of the freckled stepped into Azkaban, his footsteps echoing ominously against the stone walls, cold and hostile. The faint light from the outside barely filtered through the cracks, casting long and twisted shadows. As he ventured deeper into the cursed corridors and twisting floors of the tower, the air grew heavy, almost suffocating. It was thick with the stench of despair. The murmurs of creatures and the cries of condemned souls seeped from behind the closed iron doors, filling the prison with an unsettling foreboding. 

But none of that could reach him. His black uniform blended him into the shadows, making him seem like just another piece of the darkness. He moved with a serpentine grace, exuding confidence as his eyes sought to assert dominance, but the true remorse and fear he carried weighed heavily in his chest. A storm of fear, desperation, and barely restrained fury pulsed with each beat of his heart, rattling through his veins, as he approached the door to the cell. Anxiety clawed at his bones when the stone door finally opened and he found himself holding his breath, as though he feared what he was about to see.

The room was larger than he had expected, an expansive cavern of darkness devoid of life. It was barren, windowless, devoid of anything that could resemble hope. And at the center, elevated on a small platform of stairs, was Avelyn. Her wrists were bound by chains, forcing her arms to remain raised, while the chains at her ankles kept her kneeling, locked in a position of complete vulnerability. Her body appeared fragile, broken, but there was still something about her, something magnetic and dark, that unsettled him. It shivered him from the inside. Her damp brown hair fell in tangled strands over her face, hiding her features, while her chest raised and fell in labored breaths. She looked exhausted, almost defeated, and yet… still dangerous.

The image was devastating. The woman who had once stood fierce and indomitable was now reduced to this image of broken submission. Yet that fire, the same one that had always burned in her, still flickered faintly behind the mask of torment.

Rage surged in Sebastian, so powerful and sharp it made his lungs burn. A cruel mixture of fury and remorse twisted inside him, making it difficult to even speak.

"Just tell them the truth… they’ll understand" he begged, his voice trembling with anguish. He took a step forward, reaching out, but hesitated. He couldn’t bring himself to touch her. Fear held him back, a fear he couldn’t explain.

Avelyn barely raised her head, just enough for her eyes to meet his. Those eyes once filled with fire, now brimming with a deep exhaustion that didn’t belong to this world. But there was something else there, something lurking beneath the surface, something Sebastian couldn’t fully comprehend, but it chilled him to his core.

"There is no truth, Sebastian" she whispered, her voice cracked and hollow, weighed down by hopelessness.

Their gazes locked, and his heart twisted painfully. This wasn’t the woman he had fought alongside, the one who had defied fate with flames in her eyes. The Avelyn he knew had been fierce, burning with defiance. But this shadow of her, beaten and bound, was the Avelyn he once loved. The thought that the dementors had done this to her made bile rise in his throat. Her disheveled frizzy hair couldn’t hide the fire that still flickered faintly in her eyes. He knew her too well. The power she could unleash with just a thought, and yet she was letting herself be tortured. Without resistance. Without fight. Without even trying to escape.

The contradiction tore at him. Seeing her like this, broken in body but with that fierce, unyielding flame still in her eyes, was driving him mad. The impulse to protect her, to save her, was building inside him, feeding on his own rage, creating a storm of contradiction so intense it was threatening to tear him apart.

Sebastian took another step toward her, raising his hand to reach out, but again, he stopped. Fear flooded him, not of pain or suffering, but of the fury she held in her silence. He knew that behind her defeated exterior, there was a storm. A fury so wild and destructive, it could obliterate everything. And deep down, he knew he deserved it. He had betrayed her. He had delivered her into this hell.

Avelyn’s gaze bore into him, and in her eyes, he saw a promise of inevitable destruction. He knew, without a doubt, that if he freed her, the world would change. He didn’t know why, he just knew. But in that moment, nothing mattered more than having her back, even if it meant losing himself.

Sebastian fell to his knees before her. The weight of his remorse crushing his soul, threatening to crush him. He lifted his face toward Avelyn, searching for anything, any trace of the woman he had once loved. With a desperate tenderness, he pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one filled with desperation, a silent plea for forgiveness, but also an act of submission. A complete surrender. His kiss was loaded with broken promises and a love so overwhelming it had turned destructive. Avelyn’s body remained limp, defeated, cold. No emotion emerged from her. But Sebastian didn’t care. 

As he tried to awaken her through the connection of their kiss, the spells that bound the chains started to unravel and the metal groaned, bending to something’s will. 

And then everything shifted.

The fragile thread of emotion he had salvaged from the kiss was enough to unleash a flood of overwhelming darkness inside him. An excruciating heat erupted in his chest, radiating outward, and with it, a suffocating, insatiable shadow began to expand within. This was no ordinary darkness, it was an addictive, ravenous hunger for power, one that bit at him, devouring him from the inside out with unbearable slowness. In seconds, he no longer felt like a man. He no longer felt like any living being. He felt like a god.

Sebastian's eyes, devoid of humanity, flared with a darkness as he stepped back and struggled to his feet, leaving Avelyn unconscious on the cold floor, her chains broken, her body empty. The darkness that once resided in her now claimed him completely. His vision blurred as he looked to the ceiling, but he didn’t see stone or moss. He saw himself, an omnipotent force, something beyond mortal comprehension. A brutal power pulsed through him, spiraling out of control. The burning inside him swelled, and with each heartbeat, his sanity disappeared. He was no longer captivated by the power, he was enslaved by it. It consumed his every thought, every desire, every promise. He was dark magic.

His eyes, once warm and golden, had become endless black voids, glowing with an emerald green light, illuminating something only he could see. The boundaries of morality had vanished. He was the law, the judge, and the executioner. The rules of the world bent to his will, and now, he could tear them apart. 

A deep breath escaped his lungs, not like a man coming back to life, but trying to inhale chaos. 

Every sensation around him was heightened beyond control. He could feel the bitter cold of the air clawing at his skin, smell the thick scent of decay, and hear the thunderous heartbeats of the prisoners within the walls. 

He was, but it wasn’t enough. 

The hunger controlled his mind, an insatiable need for more. He was god, and yet he craved to become more.

In that intoxicating moment of dominance, he turned his gaze toward Avelyn, a chilling coldness in his eyes. She was there, on the freezing stone, unconscious and fragile, like a broken doll. He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate, and knelt beside her once again. Gently, he brushed a strand of damp hair from her face, his touch soft and tender, a strong contrast to the violent destruction roaring inside him. It matched the image of a man who had once been fair, but was now irreversibly lost. The darkness swirled around him, but for him, it was a tool. An instrument to keep her safe, to destroy anything that stood between them. He did not mind losing himself to her. 

With one swift movement, he gathered her in his arms and stood up. He started to move toward the cold, stone wall behind her and stood there, motionless, staring into the void. With a mere thought, he shattered the impenetrable wall of the cell of Azkaban. The only thing that disrupted his imposing stance was the movement of his hair, stirred by the explosion, and a cut that made his freckled face bleed, yet he remained utterly unbothered. The prison crumbled like dust beneath his will. Miles of nothingness stretched before them, a thick fog that chilled the air, the icy mist clinging to their skin like milion needles.

A dementor, sensing the destruction, approached swiftly, but Sebastian didn't flinch. His thirst for power was now a wild, uncontrollable blaze. Where once Avelyn had shown calm and control in her dark power, Sebastian had none. He was drowning in it, overwhelmed by a chaotic desire for more death, more destruction. The dementor was nothing but a fleeting obstacle in his way. With a single flicker of thought, the creature twisted and contorted in agony, its hollow scream cut short as it disintegrated into nothingness. The rush of power surged through Sebastian like a drug, intoxicating him, feeding his addiction. He wanted more. Needed more.

This was the power he had been denied for so long, and now that he had tasted it, there was no turning back. It wasn’t just about strength anymore, it was an endless, desperate craving for destruction and dominion. His veins burned with the need to tear the world apart, to make it his own. Nothing would satisfy him, and nothing could stop him. He was consumed by his own godhood, and the hunger within him was insatiable. And, for a brief moment of clarity, he understood Avelyn's disappearance.

Their bodies then dissolved into the air, merging with the cloudy sky, leaving behind the ruins of Azkaban. 

One less prisoner remained, but two souls, now bound by an insatiable darkness, would be hunted for eternity.

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i swear all writers are mentally ill. y'all keep putting your "beloved" characters through the most traumatic experiences ever just to feel something.

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[...] She smiled, and for a second, I forgot how dangerous she was. How dangerous we both were. [...]

—Sebastian Sallow

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Jealous Obsession - Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Warnings: Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader, Aged Up Characters, all above 18 (imagine the yule ball but with aged up characters haha), doesn’t include explicit sexual content, but somehow does. Word Count: 1.5k Summary: After seeing Sebastian invite a Ravenclaw to the Yule Ball, you decided to accept the proposal of another Slytherin to provoke him. However, you didn’t know that his jealousy would turn into such intense possessiveness that he would follow you to the girls' bathroom, where you were adjusting your dress for the evening. What happened after that argument was something neither of you had anticipated, and it would be etched in your memories for the rest of the year. BTW: I am inspired by @anto-pops in a lot of my stories and quotes<3

"I don’t even understand why we’re arguing about this," you whispered, struggling to keep the tremor out of your voice, a silent plea to ease the tension thickening the air. "We’re nothing, Sebastian."

The silence in the second-floor girls' bathroom was suffocating. The echo of your words struck him like a slap, leaving you to feel the full weight of your confession. You shook your head, bewildered by the intensity with which he was taking everything. Really a part of him had always known, but hearing your thoughts spoken loudly was a blow far deeper than he'd expected. Sebastian, the man you had shared countless, silent promises with, wasn’t ready to face the reality that you didn’t belong to him.

He cursed himself silently for not having done something sooner, for not taking that decisive step that would have allowed him to claim you, to have you as his. Regret and frustration burned inside him, just as fiercely as the desire that surged with every passing second.knowing that a stranger was your partner at the Yule Ball instead of him.—when you were radiating a beauty reminiscent of ancient goddesses—and he could do nothing about it.

You hadn’t planned for the conversation to turn this way, much less at a moment when you found yourself quite vulnerable. The dress you wore was hung open, unzipped down the back, exposing you in a way that felt almost intentional—provocative. But you hadn’t anticipated him following you and even less how completely this would disarm Sebastian.

"Will you at least help me with the zipper?" you sighted, your voice barely above a whisper as you averted your gaze, presenting him your profile. You moved your curls aside, revealing the bare softness of your back fully to him. Your hand held the front of the dress with a lazy kind of care, knowing all too well the effect it could have on him.

What you didn’t expect was the intensity of his gaze, which you caught in the mirror from the other side of the room. You could feel it burning into you, tracing every inch of your exposed skin, as if he had just realized that the arguing was clouding his mind all along. The air in the room shifted, thickening, and the heat rolling off him was palpable. His breathing grew heavier, the desire in him pulsing with an almost primal force. You felt the blush rise in him, though he struggled to maintain control. The tension was unmistakable.

"No," he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine, his steps slow and deliberate as he approached. His eyes, dark and burning with restrained eagerness, locked onto yours through the mirror—a gaze filled with lust, like a predator stalking its prey with deliberate slowness. "You’re right."

He came dangerously close, his hands planting firmly on either side of the bath, trapping you between his arms. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as you locked eyes with him in the mirror, his gaze never breaking from yours. A shiver ran through you as Sebastian leaned closer, his warm, damp lips grazing the curve of your spine with a tenderness that completely disarmed you.

Your breath hitched as his lips trailed lower down your back, leaving slow, deliberate, and torturous kisses. His hand, once resting on the bath, slid possessively to your hip, pulling you against him with no hint of hesitation.

"We’re nothing," he groaned against your skin, and the sound of those words sent a chill through you, not just from the sensation on your skin but from the raw desire and resignation in his voice.

Sebastian’s free hand slid up your back as he slowly, torturously, zipped your dress, as though he were reluctant to do so, each second of it making you wish he wouldn’t, that his hands would keep caressing your bare skin. 

The rough brush of his calloused fingers against your soft skin drew a quiet moan from your lips, and when your eyes met his again in the mirror, his gaze was feral, filled with fierce lust. His hand, rough and desperate, gripped your hips tightly, yanking you closer to him as he tilted your head back violently until it rested against his shoulder, leaving your neck completely exposed to him.

The contact with his body set you ablaze. You felt his lips trail down your neck, biting softly at your skin as he groaned, further igniting your desire. One of his hands left your waist, gliding over your stomach in a possessive embrace that left you breathless.

Sebastian inhaled your scent as though it were his salvation, and the groan he released near your ear was almost primal. The pressure between the two of you became unbearable, and when his erection pressed against you, your body responded with an uncontrollable tremble, the fire in your core growing with every moment.

"Sebastian..." you moaned against his bulk, your voice breaking with need as his teeth sunk harder into the skin of your neck, leaving marks you knew were meant to remind you of who you belonged to.

Unable to bear it any longer, you spun on your heels, pressing your back against the bath to face him directly. The space between your lips and his was agonizingly close, the tension between you crackling in the air. His dark eyes devoured you, entirely clouded by lust. You froze for a second, studying his face up close: his now swollen lips, panting for breath; his freckles, now more pronounced from the flush on his cheeks. He was fucking handsome when he looked desperate. And then, without warning, he lifted you with surprising strength, placing you atop the cold marble. The hardness of the stone contrasted with the heat of his body as he moved in closer. His erection brushed against you again while he returned, attacking your neck, and the moan that escaped your lips made him smile against your skin.

"You sure?" he murmured against your neck. His breath ragged and the vibrating sensation of his vocal cords pressing directly against your skin made your nerves prickle. His words didn’t soothe the storm raging inside you. If anything, they ignited something deeper. You had waited for this, and now everything felt like an inevitable explosion of repressed desires. 

His eyes locked onto yours as he pulled away from your neck and stepped back to gaze at you. “No” You sighted. And before you could finish, he pressed his lips against yours with a fierce, possessive intensity, as if he could no longer contain his desire. His lips crashed against yours with a wild, primal urgency, and the world around you dissolved. His hands gripped your waist with a desperate strength, holding you as if afraid you might vanish. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, the wet sounds like a desperate symphony as he deepened it, his tongue urgently tangling with yours. His body grinded against yours, his heat overwhelming you, each touch igniting a deeper craving. You felt his moans reverberate through you, his touch making you yearn for more, craving every bit of him with an insatiable hunger.

Unable to resist the temptation, you pulled away from the kiss to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. There was a brief pause as Sebastian looked at you with uncertainty, seeking your approval to continue while maintaining the respect he had for you despite the chaos unfolding. Your expression revealed your desire, which only heightened Sebastian’s eagerness, giving him the green light to return to kissing you passionately as you continued to unfasten his shirt.

"Sebastian?" A familiar girl’s voice echoed from the other side of the door.

Like a spell broken, you both jerked apart abruptly, gasping for breath, his eyes still fiercely locked onto yours. 

The fire in his gaze burned unabated. His lips were slick and swollen, his breath coming in ragged, hurried gasps. His hair was disheveled, and his torso was partially exposed from the buttons you had undone. Seeing him like this only made your stomach tighten with desire, yearning for more. 

But it was as if you both had just come to a sudden, shocking realization of what had just happened. Sebastian’s kiss had been so fierce and passionate that even the thought of it made you shiver. You stood there, locked in a tense silence, eyes searching for some sign or acknowledgment from the other, yet neither could bring themselves to admit the gravity of what had just happened.

"I’ll be right out," he shouted, his eyes didn’t left your lips, his breath still heavy. 

He looked at you with a gaze of remorse, as if searching for your forgiveness and approval. You nodded, giving him the silent permission to leave. He pulled away from you slowly, the heat of his body still burning against yours. As he approached the door, he fixed his disheveled hair and buttoned his shirt, as if he tried to do so with his scattered thoughts.

His departure left an intense void within you, the knowledge that what had just happened made your heart shrink. Alone, you touched your lips, still tingling from his kiss. The memory of his touch was etched into your skin. And you knew that moment would be etched in your memory forever.

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A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his mind as he contemplated the woman in front of him. The profound beauty she radiated that night seemed to merge with a bitter feeling of darkness and betrayal that engulfed him in an almost painful passion. His heart wrestled with a contradictory and overwhelming desire: deep down, he wished she were dead, yet he knew he would be the one sacrificing himself to prevent such fate. The paradox of his emotions consumed him; he felt a visceral attraction and a fierce impulse to protect her, even though his own mind and heart were torn apart by internal conflict.

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Echoes of Betrayal

Warnings: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy, Aged up characters.

Word Count:  3.5k

Summary: After Ranrok’s defeat, Avelyn sealed her destiny with a fateful decision: to absorb the last vestige of dark power from the vault and vanish. Now, two years later, the Ministry of Magic tasks a newly appointed Auror, with the formidable challenge of finding and capturing her. Yet, deep within the core of his being, a powerful instinct compels Sebastian to protect her at all costs, even if she has transformed into something monstrous beyond recognition.

A throng of Ministry officials moved across the castle floors, as clouds of dust rose in what remained of the school. The sound of heels, determined and violent, echoed through the castle, setting an unyielding rhythm.

Traces of ancient magic pervaded the air of the now-ruined castle, guiding them almost naturally towards their objective. Their mission was not only to capture the source of this extremely powerful and dangerous magic but also the one person who seemed capable of possessing and controlling it. They believed that Avelyn’s presence had been the cause of the devastation they faced.

The air was charged with a different aura from what had once been its home. Since Ranrok absorbed the power from the last hidden store beneath the castle, Hogwarts had been left in ruins. Although Avelyn managed to defeat him, the battle had left the castle in ruins. However, Ranrok’s defeat was just the beginning of an even greater darkness. Desperate for the power he had sought, Avelyn decided to absorb that dark energy herself, acquiring unimaginable  and terrifying power for a witch of her youth.

The Ministry was unaware of the darker aspects of what had happened in the stores, and their understanding of the situation was superficial and flawed. They believed that Avelyn had escaped with that fearsome power, and capturing her had become an absolute priority. However, Avelyn’s true intentions remained hidden. Gone from sight, her whereabouts were a mystery, and her goals a terrifying enigma. The search intensified, but the real threat of what Avelyn could do with her new strength remained beyond the reach of those trying to stop her.

The freckled man moved stealthily behind them, dressed in the same attire as his colleagues, an indication that his desire to become an Auror upon completing his studies had been fulfilled, and he was also on the hunt. The uniform presented itself in an enigmatic and elegant all-black ensemble. His elongated robe, with an impeccable cut, accentuated his slim and well-defined figure, flowing with an effortless air of sophistication. The black shirt, fitted and tailored to his torso, outlined the muscles subtly visible beneath the fabric, suggesting the discipline and physical work he had invested to reach his current position.

His brown hair, carefully combed to the side, contrasted with the deep black of his clothing, giving him a touch of calculated refinement. His freckled face emanated a controlled intensity. His jaw was slightly tense at the situation, revealing his defined jawline, and his neck, stretched and snug in the shirt, highlighted the determination and tension emanating from his presence. The combination of his outfit and expression projected an image of authority and purpose, ready to face any challenge that came his way.

Yet, his imposing exterior could not hide the storm raging within him. Anguish tormented him, unable to understand why she had embraced such a dark fate. The betrayal, even towards himself, perplexed him in a way that caused him deep pain, leaving scars he could not mask.

Noticing that the Aurors were distracted, Sebastian slipped cautiously into the Slytherin common room. His colleagues knew of the relationship he had had with the missing woman; they knew they had shared their last year as students at Hogwarts and that their bond had been at its most intense. This situation created distrust and questioned his objectivity. As a result, he had been assigned more intense surveillance than usual, suspecting that his emotions and the undefined nature of his relationship could influence his performance, putting the novice under close scrutiny. But that connection gave him an advantage that the Ministry was undoubtedly taking advantage of. And he deeply knew they were not entirely wrong.

Skillfully, he cast "Alohomora" to enter the room of the woman in question. Sebastian knew he needed to find her before the Ministry did; he needed to learn the truth with his own ways. The thought of that dark force controlling her consumed him from within, and deep down, he yearned to hear her voice once more.

He pushed the door gently to avoid alerting his colleagues and entered the room, which was completely disheveled. Everything was scattered on the floor and the chests. The beds were unmade, as if their occupants had abruptly gotten up and had to flee. Drawers and wardrobes were in disarray, as if a hasty packing had been done. Clothes and personal belongings were strewn on the floor, evidencing the haste with which they had left. 

He roared internally, recalling those moments with painful clarity.

Screams and cries had filled the castle during the evacuation. Teachers and prefects ordered students to leave their rooms as the castle trembled with the intensity of an earthquake. The evacuation was in full swing, and there was no trace of Avelyn or Professor Figg. Fear enveloped him like an oppressive shadow, knowing that she must be facing that relentless darkness, alone. He knew well her strength and prowess with magic, but that awareness only intensified his anguish. He had an overwhelming desire to protect her, a drive that had consumed him throughout the year he had accompanied her. The image of her fighting against such a formidable threat alone tormented him, intensifying his anguish and desperate longing to be by her side, to face the darkness with her.

He shook his head, trying to clear the memories and return to reality. He opened his eyes as if he could escape the oppressive feeling that enveloped him. The past was behind him; two years had passed since that incident, she was still alive, and he had to find her. He was tormented by uncertainty, his doubts twisting in his mind. Something deep inside whispered that her intentions were pure, that there were ethical reasons behind her actions. If they captured her and she could offer an explanation, everything could be solved, right? That hope was the only beacon amid his storm of confusion and despair.

However, he noticed there was something unsettling in that room. He approached the bed quietly, gently touching the rough winter sheets with his fingertips. His skin prickling as he felt her lingering aroma still pervading the air. He inhaled deeply, his eyes violently closed, letting the familiar scent envelop him. An almost primal impulse took over him. Her essence remained there, intensely present, making his heart beat with a mix of longing and anguish.

On the bed, atop the green sheets, rested a golden locket in the shape of a snake. Sebastian recognized it instantly: it was the same one he had seen on the night of the yule ball, adorning Avelyn as her hair was styled and her curls framed her face, enhancing her hellenistic beauty.

He took the locket with trembling hands, examining it closely. It was a piece of exquisite beauty, perfectly capturing Avelyn’s defiant attitude and reflecting her unique personality, true to her house at Hogwarts. With a sigh full of nostalgia, he brought the locket to his lips in an intimate and melancholic gesture before carefully placing it in his pocket. The sense of her presence remained alive in the object, intensifying his desire to find her and understand her fate.

He continued his search in the wardrobe, now fully open, hoping to find some clue about her whereabouts. The house robes and uniforms were meticulously folded and hung on the hangers, showing an order that contrasted with the chaos of the rest of the room. However, his attention was drawn to a velvet emerald hanger, which presumably had held the dress Avelyn wore that winter night. Now, the hanger was empty.

Suddenly, the truth hit him with devastating intensity. The empty hanger, the meticulously folded clothes hanging, the locket perfectly placed on the bed, and the lingering aroma in the room formed a dark and revealing puzzle. Sebastian stood paralyzed, the impact of the revelation leaving him breathless.

She was in the castle, warning him, and only him, of her presence.

He then plunged into his search with the determination of a nocturnal hunter turned predator. He knew with certainty the exact place where she was waiting for him, and nothing could stop him in his relentless pursuit of her.

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Pieces of green fabric were scattered down the spiral staircase, illuminated by the faint moonlight. The moon, peeking with a waning silhouette, cast a pale glow that mixed the emerald color of the fabric with a dull gray.

The Auror's cloak swept fiercely down the spiral staircase as he raced up to the top of the tower. Fear enveloped him like a shadow, and a sensation of dizziness and nerves churned in his stomach, empty for hours.

Betrayal was the only thought now circling Sebastian’s mind as he faced the immense door before him. However, he didn’t know who that betrayal referred to: Her? Him? Both? Despite everything, he could not abandon the hope that there was an explanation for all of this. He was dissociated at its most.

He approached stealthily to the stream of light filtering through the staircase. The light partially illuminated his freckled face, highlighting the honey color of his eyes under the moon, which seemed enormous in the room that stretched before him. From his position, he could partially see the room, though he didn’t need to see further, as he knew the place well.

The room at the top of the Astronomy Tower stood majestically atop the castle, offering a panoramic view of the vast horizon beyond the walls of Hogwarts. In the highest room of the tower, the atmosphere was vast and desolate. The room was circular, a feature indicating it had been designed for meeting purposes, but now was unused, reserved only for secrets shared by a few.

The room was devoid of furniture, leaving space for a massive astronomical sphere in the center. This sphere, worn by time, seemed to be the only witness to past events, surrounded by the dull shine of the wood covering the floor. The ancient stone walls blended with the warm tone of the wood, but their worn and damaged appearance conveyed an aura of antiquity and destruction. Debris fragments and dust accumulated in every corner suggested a recent devastation, contrasting with the grandeur and history the room had once known in more splendid times.

The moonlight caressed the air, beautifying the bluish atmosphere while revealing dust particles that had been lifted, indicating someone’s recent presence. The sound of creaking wood did not disturb the figure with her back turned, leaning on the railing. The disheveled curls on her shoulders reflected the moonlight with an almost ethereal glow. The woman in question appeared peaceful and calm. Her eyes, in harmony with the emerald pieces of fabric scattered across the floor, emitted an air of sadness as they gazed indifferently at the celestial satellite, which seemed to want to enter the room to be close to her. Her face, which Sebastian had observed and admired over the years, was now somewhat dirty and marked by indentations with traces of a reddish liquid. Blood.

As he caught sight of her, a sudden tight sensation gripped his stomach, as though a vice had clamped down on his insides. His heart began to pound violently, each beat reverberating through his chest with a force that was almost painful. Her mere presence left him breathless, his entire body consumed by the overwhelming  presence of the women in question.

He resisted the urge to enter the room and clean that face, and he wondered whose blood it was, hoping it wasn’t hers. He couldn’t help but notice the tears in the skirt of the dress she wore that winter night, revealing her legs, now covered in bruises. She was undoubtedly the living image of a woman who had been at war. “What has she been doing?” he wondered, his heart pounding as uncertainty overwhelmed him.

The creaking of the stairs didn’t seem to have any effect on the woman, who remained still, her eyes fixed on the satellite illuminating the night. Sebastian approached  as quietly as possible, feeling the tremble in his legs that threatened to make him lose his balance. She was there, in front of him, after years of uncertainty. His dream of seeing her again, which had seemed like a distant wish, was becoming a reality. Despite the dirt on her face and clothes, her beauty was undeniable, as was the serenity that emanated from her presence. And there was something more. She emitted an aura of powerful darkness that would disarm anyone who dared challenge her. And he would have been willing to kneel before her if she had asked him to.

When he finally reached a distance he deemed appropriate to not seem invasive, the woman broke the silence with a soft and melancholic voice.

"How many wars do you think it has had to illuminate?" she murmured, referring to the moon hanging in the night sky. Sebastian tensed, realizing that she had already sensed his presence. He decided not to respond. The woman shifted her gaze from the satellite and raised one of her bruised hands to examine it carefully.

"It's ironic," she continued. "The beauty of the light it emits and the evil we do with it." Another pause. "Wars must look beautiful under its light."

Sebastian shuddered at the coldness of her comment. He chose to remain silent, struggling to find the right words. Finally, the woman turned her face and looked at him directly. Though her sadness remained, her green eyes couldn’t help but brighten upon seeing him.

"Why didn’t you invite me?" she asked directly. Sebastian, surprised, took a while to broke his silence.

"Sorry?" he responded, confused.

"To the ball," Avelyn clarified. "Why didn’t you invite me?"

Sebastian took a breath, trying to organize his thoughts. He didn’t understand what that had to do with anything now. He sighed before answering.

"I... I thought you might not want to go" he said, his voice steady. "I heard you talking about how pointless you found the event, and I understood what you were dealing with." He met her gaze directly, a hint of resolve in his eyes. "And I avoided the situation because I was afraid of making things worse. I was too scared to face it head-on.” He concluded with an almost inaudible whisper, "And I deeply regret that."

His words faded into the air, and Sebastian lowered his gaze, ashamed. Silence filled the room, heavy and uncomfortable. Avelyn, once again absorbed by the moon, showed no signs of wanting to continue the conversation.

Sebastian stood there, waiting for a response that never came, as the night slowly advanced, dragging with it the doubts and regrets weighing on both of their hearts.

With an elegant and decisive gesture, Sebastian approached her. His torso leaned slightly forward, showing an attitude of courtesy and respect. He placed one hand on his stomach while extending the other in a clear invitation, as if offering a promise. His expression reflected a mix of confidence and guilt, inviting her to join him in an imaginary dance with a simplicity that made the moment even more special.

Avelyn seemed surprised by the scene. At first, she doubted Sebastian's offer, but then she stepped closer and took his hand with a delicacy that Sebastian had never experienced before, as if her touch was an unexpected caress. When her hand brushed against Sebastián’s, a spark of electricity coursed through his body, igniting a warm, vibrant sensation.

They gazed at each other in an endless silence before taking the first step toward one another. Sebastian's gaze combined gratitude with disbelief, while Avelyn’s expression seemed submissive, inviting him to continue.

Carefully and slowly, Sebastian brought Avelyn’s hand toward himself, handling it as if it were made of glass, while his other hand timidly rested on her waist, bringing her even closer. 

Having her this close suddenly awakened a primal desire within him, fueling a deep and wild longing. The space between them seemed to thrum with magnetic energy, and each shared breath felt charged with a longing that was, at the very least, overwhelming. Yet he restrained himself to maintain the softness and sweetness in his touch.

With no music to accompany the moment, they began to move awkwardly and timidly. With a firm but gentle grip, Sebastian guided Avelyn in the confined space of the Astronomy Tower. Sebastian opened his arms to allow Avelyn to twirl around them. Their movements were slow and clumsy, causing both to laugh timidly at the lack of professionalism. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, Sebastian couldn’t help but admire Avelyn’s beauty as she moved, guided by his arms. He also sensed the contrast between the triviality of the moment and the dark purpose that had reunited them there that day. Deep down, he wished that moment could last forever. The innocence she exuded was a deceptive façade, knowing well the power she truly possessed and the monster he was facing.

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his mind as he contemplated the woman in front of him. The profound beauty she radiated that night seemed to merge with a bitter feeling of death and betrayal that engulfed him in an almost painful passion. His heart wrestled with a contradictory and overwhelming desire: deep down, he wished she were dead, yet he knew he would be the first to sacrifice himself to prevent such a fate. The paradox of his emotions consumed him; he felt a visceral attraction and a fierce impulse to protect her, even though his own mind and heart were torn apart by internal conflict.

They had no idea how long they had been spinning and dancing; it felt as if time had stopped, and they had reverted to being the same students they once were, when their movements abruptly ceased when Sebastian, in a gesture of desperation and need, pulled her toward him with an intense force, enveloping her in a hug that was almost violent in its urgency. The contact took her by surprise, and Avelyn let out a small gasp of astonishment.

The man buried his face in Avelyn's neck, inhaling her scent with an almost primal intensity, as if trying to absorb her completely. He embraced her with a force that seemed like an attempt to merge with her, seeking refuge in her closeness. Avelyn, still stunned, responded to the embrace by firmly wrapping her arms around Sebastian’s back, her hands running over his tense muscles in a gesture of comfort.

They slowly sank to the floor, their bodies nearly undone by the intensity of the contact. Avelyn tightened her embrace, trying to comfort Sebastian, who seemed broken and fragile. Worried, she lifted his face with both hands, forcing him to look directly at her. His eyes, brimming with despair, reflected a deep pain. The man was fucking kneeling before her. 

"Sebastian?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice broken.

"What?" Avelyn inquired, confused.

"Bombarda!"

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The floor exploded into a thousand pieces, and a group of Aurors stormed into the room, efficiently and quickly surrounding Avelyn. The air was thick with the palpable sense of betrayal as the Aurors secured Avelyn’s capture.

In the midst of the sudden chaos, Avelyn remained firm, showing no trace of fear. Her stance was defiant, and she raised her wand with an attitude that exuded unshakable confidence, as if she were used to conflict. There was no sign of fear in her demeanor.

Her eyes, however, were fixed on Sebastian, with a gaze that combined disappointment and deep sadness. The betrayal in his actions was met with an expression that not only showed disillusionment but also a tangible pain. Her eyes, clouded by tears that never fell, reflected deep regret, as if she were mourning the loss of a trust that had been fundamental to her.

Sebastian, paralyzed in the corner, saw the sadness and unshakable resolve in Avelyn’s posture. Her face, a mixture of betrayal, determination, and pain, became etched in his memory. At that moment, the full weight of his betrayal hit him with crushing force. The reality of his actions crumbled around him, turning his once-clear intentions into a heartbreaking nightmare.

In the blink of an eye, the Aurors and Avelyn were gone, leaving Sebastian alone amid the debris of the Astronomy Tower. The room was filled with the unsettling silence of abandonment, and the magnitude of his actions weighed on him as he stood in solitude, grappling with the deep emptiness and regret that now enveloped him.

But he was convinced that only this way could she truly be free. 

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Hi! Here’s an initial impression of one of the ideas I’ve had for my story. It’s not a finished version by any means, but I wanted to share with you a first glimpse of my concept. I hope you like it. I plan to develop my ideas as they come to me, and perhaps someday they will become solid enough to write the entire story. If you have any ideas, I’m open to adding them!

And, of course, their song...

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[avelynss]

Warning: Spoilers for HL

Hi there, and welcome to my blog!

I'm an aspiring writer with a passion for bringing the stories in my imagination to life, and I’ve decided to share them with you. As a huge fan of the Harry Potter world, I’ve been completely obsessed with Hogwarts Legacy since its release. One of the characters that captivated me the most is -obviously- Sebastian Sallow, not only for his undeniable beauty but also for the deep sadness of his story.

However, I couldn’t help but critique the lack of emotion in some of the game's key moments - Let's be real, the Crucio curse is cast, the characters’ reactions—regardless of the choice—felt way too cold, and the same happened with the tragic death of his uncle.- I felt a real emotional intensity was missing, and that’s when my imagination kicked in. I began to envision new scenarios and even reimagined scenes from the game with different reactions and more depth.

After countless stories playing out in my head, I’ve finally decided to create this blog to share my ideas with you, and I’m excited to hear yours too. I'll be delighted to introduce my main character, Avelyn Beauford, and I hope you enjoy the story that unfolds around her.

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