#ask professor fig

[ask-professor-fig]

Revery of a tired author...

It was a particularly harrowing day. Several of my classes had led to minor disasters. Whether it be of the physical or social nature did not matter, they were still disasters. After shooting some basic casts at a practice dummy in the Clock Tower, it felt as if people were staring. I continued out through the Courtyard and still the feeling of eyes lingered. 

Soon enough I was on the dirt road headed South past the Groundskeepers Cottage… hopefully Mister Moon wasn’t there to question why I was off school grounds. I had no destination in mind, my feet continued to carry me. They led me straight to the stone wall surrounding Lower Hogsfield. 

After purchasing some mallowsweet leaves and wiggenweld from my old friend Arn, I sat by the pond’s edge. There had been a small stack of stones piled up, as if someone else had needed a distraction and left them behind in a hurry. Crossing my legs, I picked up the top stone and felt its smooth surface in my palm. Holding the stone in my right hand, I pulled it across the left side of my chest and flung it as swiftly as I could. It splashed a few feet away, never bouncing once. 

“Figures.” I huffed, grabbing another stone. This time I was more patient, releasing it while it was not yet in front of me. Two skips this time. I smirked at my mediocre accomplishment. 

I had picked up the next stone in a bit of a rush, admittedly, and had not realized it had a significantly more jagged edge than the previous two. As I turned my arm across my chest, the pressure of my thumb forced the honed edge to cut across the inside of my index and ring fingers. I sat there for a moment, holding the stone in my open palm as I stared at the two small red lines along my fingers. 

Sighing, I dropped the stone and pulled a piece of gauze from my bag. I began carrying some for small things like this, where it would be a waste to use wiggenweld. After wrapping the appendages I continued to sit, staring out across the water… back up at the castle. 

I didn’t bother to turn around when I heard the crack of an apparition behind me. It was either one of three… maybe four people. Sure, two of them were wanted criminals who would love to see me come to harm but, hey… you can’t deny that view.

“Lucan Brattleby turned white as a sheet when I questioned him… it’s as if he was tasked with hiding you.” Fig sounded tired… shit, I hated when he sounded tired. 

“I just asked him to keep quiet, that’s all.” I still chose to not look back as my mentor sat beside me, eyeing first the pile of stones and then my hand. 

“Oh for the love of… here, let me see.” He fussed, as he loved to, and took my hand. Absent-mindedly, he tossed the same stone that had cut me and, to my frustration, caused six skips before it came to a halt by the opposite side of the pond. I let my head roll backwards as I began to chuckle. Fig looked at me, puzzled, placing my hand in my lap after assuring himself I had already taken care of my minor injury. 

“I can’t seem to do anything right today… anything. Whether it be brewing a edurus potion, saying the right thing to a friend, or skipping a blasted stone.” To prove my point, I picked up another stone, attempted, and failed to get more than one skip. 

“My dear girl…” Fig couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. I turned to him, confused at his tone. “We’re not all masters at everything, please remember that. It takes time and effort to get any good at the things we do… and that includes social skills.” I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Yes, Professor Sharp did mention a bit of a… tense situation between you and Miss Reyes this afternoon.” 

“I made myself out to be a fool… again. I’m so tired of feeling like an outcast around them all.” I had hardly finished my sentence before Fig wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his side. It was hard not to chuckle at the action, my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle. 

“You are not an outcast… do you hear me?” Fig spoke into the top of my head. I nodded briefly in response. “Good… You will never be an outcast again, not while I’m around.”

We sat there as the sun began to set, leaving the day’s events behind us.

[thornsunicorn]

The new Fifth Years

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[honeyed-blossom]

You asked for promps so here ya go lol. I’d love to see Valeria in her different classes. I especially want to know what she’s good at & what she struggles with 🤣❣️

ask and I shall deliver!! 🌸 Sorry I took 15 years

Valeria excels in any class that requires magic and is more hands on, like DADA, Charms, and Transfiguration. She wields magic more on instinct than anything else so she picks it up rather quickly. It helps that she gets a lot of practice…

She probably spends the most time on potions. She does well overall (a lot of it is following directions) but has trouble understanding the ingredients and the theory behind it. She’ll often take supplementary classes with Sharp or have Garreth or Sebastian tutor her.

She’s pretty good at the other classes but she struggles with herbology and divination. She can’t grow a plant to save her life (Deek takes care of her plants). She usually partners with Sebastian since he knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t mind doing the work for both of them 🤭 Oh and divinations - she understands nothing. It makes zero sense to her and frankly, doesn’t really believe in it (ok maybe a little).

OH AND SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO MAGICAL THEORY! It’s not in her curriculum and she would be terrible at the class but she loves learning about it (mostly because her favorite professor teaches it). Valeria and Fig have their weekly yap sessions to discuss progress on the keeper trials and whatever else, and a good chunk of that is on magical theory. The other chunk is gossip time and Fig teaching her how to brew tea properly.

[lorainelegacy]

I just started another play-through. Omg I can’t believe I missed it the first time. Did you know Eleazar is at the entry door stressing out? 🥺

If you walk past the basin and head to the door you can hear him yelling.

How? Did you happen to record it? I played the game so many times and never noticed it! MY MAN.

[faustinio27]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thanks for this lovely ask moot 🥰 I’d say these four drawings are my favs because I’m quite happy with the result, either because they’re detailed drawings or because I really like the expressions

Also I’m still proud of my fanfic of Faustine’s backstory 🥹💙

[girl-named-matty]

Can you please do Professor Fig's height? Also Professor Sharp? Thanks

Professor Fig is probably around 5'7"-5'9" at the age we see him in the game since he is only a bit taller than if you chose a witch mc. But in school he was probably anywhere between 5'9" or 5'11". (170-175- 180 cm) Professor Sharp is TALL, we all know this. Just look at any picture of him standing. He was probably tall as a teenager too. I'd say he's anywhere between 6'3" to maybe even 6'5". (190-195 cm)

[jackalope-patronus]

summary :: very very soft smut of virgin Sebastian and MC reader. With plot! With feelings!

warning :: seventh year. Very soft, virgin Sebastian and reader, touching over clothes, dry humping, oral f receiving, raw, references to the angst that happened in the game, purity culture (yes, it's the 1890s), lots of love and fluffy stuff. Also there's a spider bite. Possible mistakes, I wasn’t able to check over the entire thing.

note :: I’m forever a hater of rough smut, ‘you like that, you dirty slut?’ uhm no, why are you calling me names!!

“Sebastian, down here.”

“Found something?”

“There’s a cave connected to her home.”

Isidora Morganach's home, or at least one of her homes. You weren't quite sure. It had plenty of notes and discoveries on her adventures travelling after graduating from Hogwarts, some keepsakes from other countries, and plenty of chests already emptied out. The home was ancient and very worse for wear, the roof had long since cave in, allowing the rain from above to patter against both you and Sebastian. You had spotted a deep cavern within the corner of her living-room. Big enough to fit the both of you.

"After you," said Sebastian, gesturing to the dark, black entrance.

You would've retorted, if you hadn't felt so seriously. It had been two years since you'd dealt with anything related to Isadora and the sudden discovery that one of her homes was merely a broomstick flight away from Hogwarts felt troubling to your intuition.

Sebastian could practically see the tension in your body when you first told him.

"I heard rumours of a home that could've belonged to Isadora nearby the castle."

“Isadora?” He choked on the food he’d served himself.

"Yes. I'm going to go and search it after dinner." Something troubling swirled in your eyes and Sebastian jumped to distract you from it.

"I'll come with you." He said.

"This might be something I'll have to do on my own, Sebastian." You stated. If there was a trial or something related to ancient magic, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Professor Fig never could. You'd be better off alone. 

"You won't even take me as a chaperone?" Sebastian asked, grinning at you. 

It was that grin that had him coming with you to the half rubble household, in the pouring rain, at the dead of night.

Your search was cut short when the moment you reached the end of the slope into the cave, a six legged beast jumped you. You recognised it as a hatchling, small for its kind but big enough to knock you off your feet. You attempted to reach for your wand but the large pincers found your arm, the hollow fangs sinking into your tissue. A sharp wail escaped you as the venom soaked into your muscle.

"Incendio!" The spider was thrown off of you with a quick ball of flame and Sebastian replaced it, kneeling at your side and pulling you up.

"It got me." You hissed, revealing your torn up sleeve. 

He cursed, then took your wrist in his large hand and pushed back the fabric of your sleeve, bringing your numbing arm to his mouth. He latched on before you could quite make sense of his actions, he sucked twice against your raw skin and then spat to the floor next to him. Again, he sucked on the bite then spat out what you hoped was most of the venom, and what looked to be some of your blood, and perhaps some rainwater.

You couldn’t be sure the flush falling over your face was from the venom or not, but the dizziness that followed suggested the first.

Through the haze of the sickening poison flooding your system and the feverish puffs of air you let out, you could hone in on Sebastian’s final part from your irritated skin. A thin, watery string of spit connected him to your arm before it broke and he turned to gauge the effects of the venom on your face.

“Wiggenweld?” You had some faint idea he had said something else, but you weren’t sure.

“My pocket.” You huffed, eye-line peering up at the dark, rocky ceiling dripping rain.

You recalled another flush passing over you, whilst desperate hands pat over your sides, legs and chest. Soon enough, the hands found what they were looking for. After that, a vile pressed to your lips and you felt yourself return to your pained body. Your legs must’ve given out, because Sebastian held you against himself, one hand cupped around your jaw.

“I’m alright.” You croaked, his hold loosening and giving you space. Your stiff legs ached at your weight and you patted your pockets for another wiggenweld potion, but came up empty. You let out a tired groan.

“Let’s head back.” He said. 

"But we've yet to look everywhere." You gazed around the dark and rocky cave, slithers of other spiders echoing through the darkness.

"The house won't be going anywhere, we can come back when you're well again."

Still, you shook your head. “It’s the middle of the night, we’ll surely be caught by some prefect if I’m in this state.”

“It’s worth it, we’ve got to get you another potion and get you right.”

So reluctantly, you let Sebastian help you out of the cave and onto your broom, keeping a weary eye on you until you snuck back into the castle.

Sebastian muttered something about peeves when you entered, your arm around his shoulder and a light hand on your side, keeping you steady as though he was a friend helping you home after a night of drinking. You needed a brewing stand to rid you of this horrid, sickening ache and the fuzziness behind your eyes.

"What in merlin's name..." A nearby wall began to shift, swirls of a door began to form and you had never been so relieved to see the entrance to the room of requirement form for you. It felt like a dear friend coming to your aid. 

"Inside, come on." You ushered, pulling Sebastian along. He held you closer, mumbling 'careful.' at your quickness.

Sebastian sat you down carefully on the closest thing he could, which happened to be a plush settee that you couldn't remember placing when you were last here. Perhaps the room had conjured it up just for you.

"My brewing stand, it should be over there." You blurted.

"You've really decked this place out." He muttered and behind you, you could hear the sizzling of a potion brewing. Sebastian had followed you into the room once or twice before, but not enough to be acquainted to it like you were. An uncomfortable minute passed before Sebastian handed you the potion which spread relief through your body once you drunk it.

He watched your eyes keenly for any haze or sickly glossiness. "Another?" He asked. 

"No I'm alright." You nodded. He sighed thankfully and you smiled at his relief. “I’ve never known you to be the doting type, Sebastian.” You uttered contently, placing down the empty vile.

“Well, you’ve never needed doting.” He rounded the large settee and sat beside you. 

"I never thought you had it in you to be so… gentle."

The word stunned Sebastian, but only for a moment. "Me? Not gentle? How could you ever come to think so low of me?" He jested, an eyebrow raised your way.

"Apologies, I don't know what could've convinced me otherwise." A lot lurked behind your retort, and although you could still see a grin on his face, Sebastian's shoulders deflated. "I'm only joking." You quickly added. "You've always had a soft side, I've been especially reaping the benefits of it in our recent time spent together."

"Well, I'd ought to start treating you well some time in our friendship." He continued, a playfulness added to his somewhat serious statement.

You hummed, although awkwardly. After fifth year, Sebastian had somewhat clung to you. Soloman was dead, Anne had left and his relationship with Ominis had never been so broken. All his time, his loyalty, his effort and his love was directed to you because, plainly, you were the only one who stuck around. You were the only one he'd give it all to, whether you were completely aware of it or not.

So when the two of you tipped around his less than stellar actions towards you, you could see the guilt wrack him. See his regret. Inwardly, Sebastian wished to scrub the memories of his slights against you from your brain. He wasn't that boy anymore. He wasn't so obsessed with finding a cure for Anne, driven by his one-track mind. No, now you had become his obsession. His motivations now revolved around you and he pursued you just as relentlessly as he pursued that cure for Anne, maybe even more so. Perhaps he is the same boy from two years ago.

You glanced at him, his eyes downcast to the marble floor. "I know you always cared for me. Just... Sometimes you had a funny way of showing it." You played with the hem of your skirt, rubbing the fabric between your index and forefinger. "You're a true friend Sebastian, don't doubt that."

"You're one to talk." He suddenly grinned, arm stretching out on the camel back of the sofa, close enough anyone else would consider Sebastian had his arm around you.

"Am I?" You smiled, less wary.

"The entire cohort is deeply in love with you. Perhaps some of the teachers too. I'm sure Professor Wesley would give just about anything to adopt you, and I've never seen Sharp so kind to someone. Truely, it's terrifying."

You shook your head, laughing. "Oh stop, there are plenty who don't like me. What about Imelda?"

"Don't be daft, she'd drop just about anything for you I'm sure." He hummed, smiling at the idea (although it made his affection towards you feel slightly less significant. Still, you were here with him, not Imelda or any other adoring fan you had. That must've counted for something). "You might consider me a charmer, but you're like an Amortentia potion given life."

"Compliments like these are precisely why I enjoy spending time with you Sebastian." You said. Sebastian chuckled lowly.

"Cheeky." He commented.

"So then, can I consider you deeply in love with me too? You did say everyone in our cohort." Daring, but you enjoyed the rush of flirting with Sebastian whenever the opportunity arose.

"Imelda, the teachers, even Ominis and yes, me."

The space between you somehow lessened, the teasing drawing your faces together. In a moment of weakness, yours eyes darted to his smiling lips. He’d caught the glance, igniting a wild tinkle in his eyes. He knew where your thoughts lie and you could see it in the way he looked at you. He took your cheek in his hand and you retracted into nervousness, opening your mouth to say something before Sebastian leaned in to pressed a kiss to your lips.

It felt curt at first, because Sebastian broke away too soon, perhaps because he realised to gravity of his action. But you trailed after him, following his lips and giving him the desire to kiss you again. So he did.

This time, with the assurance of you kissing him back, passion bloomed.

He rested an eager hand on your side, his other still holding your face. His fingers threaded through your hair as his lips pushed into you, with longing and need. It wasn’t messy, nor sloppy, just long moments of intimacy between quick breaths.

After a quick separation, Sebastian dove into you again, furthering his weight into you until you relented and laid back against the sofa, pulling him down with you whilst you kissed.

You utterly lost yourself in the swirls of emotions, drowning in the desire to just be with him, and feel him. It felt hot, light, but above all it felt natural.

Both hands now cupped your sides, pressing you into the pillows. His mouth moved to your cheek, then jaw and you attempted to breath out and slow your racing pulse but the sound that left you was much more vocal than you wanted it to be.

Sebastian stopped and you quickly sobered from the passion. He raised himself off of you, and you jolted up.

He wiped a hand over his mouth. “This is… compromising.” He muttered whilst you were being brought back to the reality of what you were doing.

Kissing Sebastian— kissing anyone!—Alone in a room together, with wandering hands and hot bodies. It was completely and utterly shameful. It wasn’t as though you were innocent children who could get away with linking arms or coupled rendezvous, the two of you were about to graduate and enter ‘proper society’ and however forward thinking the magical word was compared to the muggle word, hooking up with your dearest friend with no ring was still considered dishonourable.

“It is.” You nodded, wide eyed. Would you still be able to wear a white wedding dress after this? Was it allowed? What even was ‘being unclean’? Did making out count? The dizzying feeling returned. All you wanted to do was rewind time and stop yourself from ever making a peep so that Sebastian would’ve continued his journey down your body.

And clearly, Sebastian didn’t want his exploration to end either because his hands lingered around your uniform vest.

“Are you hot?” He asked, eyes dark and utterly taken by you.

“A little, yes.” You nodded, keenly watching his hands encompass the first button.

"May I?"

"Yes." You sighed shakily.

He was slow to thread the black buttons through their slits, opening your chest up to the cool air inside the room of requirement. It seemed the rain had also dampened the fabric underneath the vest, clinging it to your skin. The sight elicited a rough exhale from Sebastian whose reflex was to avert his gaze. He slid the vest off of you and rested his hands at your torso.

"Are you alright?" You asked in hopes to catch his eyes.

"Yes. I'm more than alright, actually." You would laugh if the comment hadn't made goosebumps rise on your skin. He finally returned to face you. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yes.” You replied, with an embarrassing eagerness.

He returned from where he left you, kissing your jaw and then ear with such lightness it could’ve been a peck from a pixie. You weren’t sure what you expected, but the way he held you cried love and devotion. Treating your skin like porcelain, and your lips like a favourite dessert he needed to savour (lest he never eat it again). You supposed Sebastian would be a fast lover, a man who would take as he desired and give his all.

This was slow, relaxing, gentle and kind. Almost melancholy. As though with every simple kiss he pressed to your lips, he was apologising.

However you were done with apologies from Sebastian. You wanted his love without guilt.

So you took his face in your hands and kept him locked to your lips for a rhythmic kiss which had his hands clenching and his head feeling light from the rush of blood south. Now you could feel him adjusted to you, taking your lead.

Sebastian decided, when you whimpered at the sensation of his tongue sliding across your lip, that this moment would forever vex him during nights of loneliness.

You weren’t sure when, but his hand had found itself on your inner thigh, below the safeguard of your skirt and squeezing your leg in assurance. His thumb dragged over the dip on your stocking, so close to where you longed most.

As your tongue met his in a long swipe, he squeezed you again but this time the squeeze portrayed a promise, that he was going to touch you and draw pleasure from you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and the butterflies became too much to bear.

“Sebastian— I’m, I’m worried.” You gasped, breathing out a shaken breath.

His hands were away from you, almost in an instant and most unfortunately so was his mouth. “Then we should stop.”

“But I—” You couldn’t allow yourself to truely express you wanted more, wanted to continue and be enveloped by him. But he knew, like he always did, what you wanted.

So against his better judgment, Sebastian mumbled a quiet “Sorry.” To your previously untouched maidenhood, then found your body with his lips again.

He needed this. He loved you too much to stop.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” You asked meekly, as he kissed and sucked at the skin that peaked from your collar.

“I can’t say I’m experienced, but I know what I want to do.”

“What’s that?” You dared to inquire.

“Show you how dear you are to me.”

You whispered a too-soft 'okay' before laying down on your back, like a cat showing its belly to signify its trust. The gesture and the sight of you sprawled out for him, made Sebastian grab his clenched jaw and hide the red settling under his freckles.

You could see a reservation form— or perhaps it was an anxiousness to please swirling in his eyes. You couldn’t tell, but he watched you intensely as his hand traveled down, past your beating chest, over the knobs of your ribs until he dived under your skirt and made his stop at where you burned for him.

His thumb glided over your core and the space between you two felt as though you were on a stage and Sebastian was the only audience member. You had gasped and excitement flickered in his dark eyes. Again, he dragged his thumb over you but with more weight and your previous gasp turned into a whimper. You held onto him, pulling him down into you to avoid his excited stare. His body blanketed you, his scent enveloping you along with the masculine weight of him.

You could feel his hand shift, dulled by the fabric of your stockings then the force of his palm rub against your clothed bundle of nerves. Your legs attempted to close at the sensation, but Sebastian's body kept them open to him. Your chest pounded uncomfortably, so fast and so heavy with the weight of your first-time arousal.

His lips locked to your neck again, his free hand pulling at your tie and unbuttoning the first button on your blouse. Now he kissed a lower, new, more sensitive territory. He moved to the second button and you thought it was impossible for your chest to thud any faster until his wet lips reached a particular sweet spot between your shoulder and neck whilst his other hand worked your sex.

“My heart.” You whimpered, tugging at his robe. His hand halted, resting around your thigh. The sigh he exhaled lingered on the skin of your neck before he leaned to press his ear against your chest.

He listened for seconds, long enough for your fingers to find their way to his hair. You hadn’t realised he held stiffness until his body relaxed into you at the tender rake of your nails through his soft brown locks.

“I’m sorry, I can’t control my nerves.” You said, catching your breath and willing your anxious heart to slow.

“Don’t be.” He countered, lifting his head from your thudding chest. “I’m affected by all this, too.” He took your hand and pressed it into his chest. You quickly felt the thick beats of his pulse, in a rhythm that easily matched your own.

He returned to lay over you, between your legs, with his head beside your own. You clung to his body that draped over you like a blanket along with his wet, wood smell that you'd only ever caught brief whiffs of before this. You felt guilty, leaving all the pleasing to him, especially since he'd been so kind to your hesitations. "I'm sorry. I'm not doing much, am I?"

"Is sorry your favourite word, love?" He asked, his warm hand caressing your cheek. "You deserve someone doing something to please you for once. Besides, your little sounds are doing enough for me as it is."

You pushed a hand to his face, covering the grin that turned you a deep plum shade. He chuckled and kissed your palm. "And what of you, Sebastian?" The kisses began to lead up your arm but you stopped him. "Sebastian."

"Your selflessness never retires, does it?"

You ignored him, propping yourself up to loosen his tie in a simple show that now, it was his turn. You did so smoothly and so gently that it made Sebastian's jaw tighten. You tossed it to the pile where your vest lay, then moved to his robes, sliding them off him. His expression seemed hard, annoyed almost but you continued. He took your wrist only when your fingers edged to undo his third button.

"Don't do this for me." He muttered, clearly thousands of thoughts buffering his mind, but that horrid guilt resurfaced on his face.

"For you?" You somewhat gaped. He must truly think of you as a saint (a push-over, but a saint) to believe you so innocent in your motives. "Not for you. With you, Sebastian." The words were enough to ease his hold on your wrist, so you continued.

Just as Sebastian, you had little to no experience on any sexual matters. You were hardly familiar with your own body, let alone a male's. So ever the improviser, you lifted yourself over him and sat gently, feeling the poke of his arousal against you. You shivered, and had to look away from him for a brief moment.

His hands snapped to your hips, and he looked at you with some kind of warning in his eyes. Tread carefully. The look said.

With Sebastian below you, you finally got a clean look at him; red lips, flushed face, rustled hair. You'd never seen him in such a state. It allowed you to understand why he enjoyed watching you whilst touching your most sensitive area.

With your hands on his chest for balance, you gently swayed your hips against him. His fingers curled around you, his knuckles blanching, and he let out a grunted curse that melted your insides to molten.

Again you moved against him, finding your own pleasure in the movement, prompting you to do it again. Sebastian was unravelling beneath you, eyes creased shut with his head thrown back and mouth letting out choked moans.

You began to notice Sebastian's hips joining you, rolling up with a feverish need. You dipped down to him, deciding the space was too much. His arms envelop you in a strong hug, tightening when you began to leave kisses across his skin.

“Does it feel good?” You asked insecurely whilst already knowing the answer.

“Hng— yes.” He nodded desperately.

The following exchange between you two was nothing more than writhing bodies, quiet moans and shallow breaths.

At some point, appearing fed up with your pace and control, Sebastian had shifted you off him and to his side, where he then mounted you. Finding his rightful place between your legs and returning his core to yours, grinding against you in a manor that reminded you what was to come once the layers between you were gone.

It made your insides plea for him, his hand. Anything.

So you took his face, and guided it back to your lips. It was messier now, not fast or rough, just messy as his mind strayed between his deep rolls against you and the way your tongue met his bottom lip.

But he stoped, retracting his hips but not yet his mouth. You broke from him first.

"Sebastian." His name was a plea, a whine against loosing the sensation of him finding friction against you.

"If we continue like this, I... I won't last. You should find your release before it's over."

You wondered how Sebastian might've known you were even capable of climax, then consider what other kinds of books were available in the restricted section of the library he might've come across. The thought didn't linger in your mind for too long, because he had sat up and had begun removing your stockings.

"Sebastian..."

The familiar sound of your nervous unease halted him.

"Just don't stare." You asked, looking away from the sight of him undressing you.

"Of course." It was a shotty promise, but you allowed him to take off your puffy drawers and settle over you again. He kissed your lips briefly, then your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbone and the plush of your breast that peaked from your halfway unbuttoned blouse.

You gazed up at the ceiling you'd designed two years ago, finding comfort in its familiarity. You wondered briefly that if you had told your younger self that Sebastian Sallow would one day see you half undressed, flushed with lust and be kissing his way down your ribs, abdomen and stomach until he reached your sex, what she might say. You had some faint idea, younger you would've responded with "Sounds about right."

The kiss he pressed against your knee was unhurried and deliberate, even more-so was the one he pressed to your inner thigh. When his mouth finally found you it drew a sharp intake of breath from your chest, suspended in the heavy quiet of the room.

Your hands, awkward and alone, grabbed at your skirt and shirt, clenching the fabric until your knuckles went white. One of them instinctually reached for his hair when his hot, wet tongue slowly swiped you for the first time. Another gasp joined the symphony of echoed silence, aside for the occasional rustle of clothes.

His tongue explored you carefully and too light but with each vocal exhale or quick tug at his hair the experimental licks became sure as he uncovered what made you react the most.

You could feel a simple quake in his hands as they held your thighs open and your trembling body steady. You reached to the fingers that created craters in your flesh, brushing across them in a plea for him to hold your hand. And he did.

You had never imaged it could feel like it did, so warm, so encompassing, so vulnerable yet so rewarding. It was all utterly overwhelming. You couldn't think of anything else other than the sensations. His wet tongue sliding across your nerves, the softness of his chestnut brown hair, the puffs of his hot exhales against your skin and the loving hold of his hand.

The builds of pleasure had begun to undeniably form, and the incoming reality that Sebastian would made you climax quickly sent a storm of butterflies within your stomach.

"I think I'm close." You uttered.

Sebastian's eyes fluttered at your heavenly admission, but he didn't allow the swirling of pride in his chest to sway him from your pleasure. His tongue and mouth moved with such deliberate care, that you whimpered to consider how much he must've loved you, to want care for you this way. No, Sebastian was not a fast lover by any means.

The building peaked, until it snapped and you unravelled. Sebastian had known it by the shiver that ripped through your body and the way your fingers tightened almost painfully around his hair. All that, and the moan you let out was the loudest you'd made yet.

You felt the warm cavern of his mouth seperate from you however you were well past the point of reaction as you sobbed and gasped for oxygen to feed your rapturing heart.

Sebastian's eye's glazed over your now glistening skin "You finished." He stated, almost asking in such bewilderment. You didn't reply, still catching your breath. He picked you up from your weak lay on the sofa and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

You wondered when he kissed you, if that sweet tang on his tongue was the taste of you.

The intimacy lingered, guiding you into a heat you didn't expect so soon after your peak. Your hand reached the rim of his trousers, index finger curling around his belt and ever so lightly tugging at it.

Sebastian seemed to hesitate, separating from your lips and gazing at you. “We can stop here. There's no rush—” he began, his voice low and warning, but you silenced him with a soft shake of your head.

“I don't want to stop,” you whispered, the words shaky but certain. The way his breath caught at your words sent warmth bloating your chest.

His hug around you faded as he fumbled with the button of his trousers, his hands trembling slightly as his usual confidence slipped for a vulnerable kind of focus.

Your gaze rose at the ceiling instinctively, to avoid an image so lewd your heart might explode.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours again. The kiss was softer now, as if trying to calm both of your nerves. “It’s just me. You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” you lied, the tight weakness in your throat betraying you.

Sebastian smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I think you are,” he countered, “but that’s alright. This is... I’m nervous too.”

“You don’t seem it,” you admitted, and he let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m good at pretending,” he confessed, his tone light but honest. He kissed you again, slower this time, and the warmth of his lips helped steady you.

As he positioned himself, his movements slowed, almost hesitant. His brow furrowed slightly as though searching for the right way to proceed. “If it hurts, or if you want me to stop, you’ll tell me?”

You nodded.

When he began to push forward, he braced himself with a groan you only recognised Sebastian let out when he'd been in pain, though this was something else entirely. The exhale that followed seemed to have winded him. It was as though sliding into you was like sliding into some exquisite oil.

Despite what you might've expected, no pain flooded your body. There was an uneasy pressure, but no incredible discomfort. As his size slid across your nerves you couldn't help the sharp intake of air through your teeth

Sebastian froze immediately. "Too much?" He asked.

"No," you managed, although sounding as if you were holding back a sob, "It's just.. new." His shoulders sagged with relief.

You shifted beneath him, angling your hips instinctively, and the change made him groan, his head dropping to your shoulder. “Gods, you feel… perfect,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin.

He halted a slow jut into you, experimenting with each gentle motion, balancing his desire with your comfortability. That uneasy tightness had lifted almost completely as he massaged your insides, spreading a melting warmth that eased any tension in your mind.

His name fell from your lips and it shattered what composure he had left. "Does it feel better now?" Although the question sounded worried for you, Sebastian wanted more, to go further and harder and needed the permission from your pleasure.

"Yes," you gasp, "Its— ah— Sebastian it's so much better."

Now he had a newfound confidence and his movements grew surer but still achingly gentle.

It was all becoming smoother, more instinctive, and you found yourself matching him, your hips rising to meet his. He groaned at this. The sensation of him filling you, of your bodies moving in perfect sync, was intoxicating. You could feel his hands sliding up your sides, his touch gentle yet tight as he held you close.

The feel of him gliding inside you, slowly and shallowly pleasing you send spark dancing underneath your skin and another tension, similar to the one you felt with Sebastian's mouth around your sex, although not the same, began to build. “Sebastian,” you gasped, your voice laced with urgency. “I—”

“Just a little more,” he coaxed, remaining loyal to the kind rhythm of his thrusts. “I can feel it, too.”

You held yourself together for only a moment longer, unravelling too soon and too fast. This one was intense, flooding your body and contracting your muscles, even the ones that surrounded Sebastian. It had pushed him over the edge, too.

A warmth flooded you and the hands clutching his back became sharp nails digging into his shirt and skin. You didn't forget the way he moaned at the rake. Both of you shuddered, Sebastian at finding his release inside you and you feeling it merge with the aftershock of your own climax.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your breaths mingling in the stillness, the world outside forgotten. Sebastian lowered his forehead to yours and collapsed breathless at your side.

You could've drifted off into a deep slumber, you might've for a single moment, if Sebastian hadn't removed his blanket of warmth by lifting himself from the sofa. He took his robe off the pile of strewn bits of clothing, and draped it over you.

Through tiredly lidded eyes, you heard the rustle of clothing as he buttoned up the loose pieces hanging off him.

"Sebastian?" You weren't done basking in the aftercare yet.

"I'm going to brew the potion."

"Potion?"

"A... preventative."

You sat up. "Preventative?"

Although he'd been deep inside you just a moment ago, he attempted to avoid crudeness. "To, you know, stop you from being.. with child."

You weren't sure if you should laugh, or freak out, so an odd mix between the two emotions emitted from you. "Sebastian how do you know so much about all this?"

"Why? Did my skills exceeded your expectations that much?"

"Please, be serious," you begged.

"Well, you know how much I like to read." He seemed to shy from the confession. "After a while, one gets curious about certain things and... as for the potion, I found it in a book about married couples. Said it was 'to only be used to prevent further conception after having too many children' although I think we can bend the rules for this occasion."

"Children? Oh merlin, what have we done." The afterglow had faded too soon and you were left with the cries of a culture that told you sex before marriage was unacceptable. "I'm going to have to wear a black wedding dress..." You despaired.

Sebastian only laughed.

"Don't laugh! I'll have to lie to my future husband, and—"

"I'll be marrying you," he stated, as though you were slow for not already knowing this.

"What?"

"Love, don't think for a moment I'd let you share yourself with me like this and not marry you," any words you could've hoped to say were buried deep in your pit of a gut, "besides, I've always thought you looked quite pretty in black."

You weakly laughed, the other option being to cry from overwhelm of it all.

"I'll tell you a secret though—we're quite late to the party."

"What do you mean?"

"Weasley, Prewett and Plummly."

"You're joking." You gaped, "with who?"

"None of them will tell. Suppose they might be lying, though I'm sure I did spot Weasley snogging a Hufflepuff once. Might've been her."

"Huh." You supposed that if you had to have guessed, Garreth Weasley would've been the first name you called.

"Pretty sure word got out about it too, that's why he's been in detention for so long. The teachers can't prove it happened, but they can still punish him for it."

So that's why you hadn't seen Garreth as often anymore. With his aunt as a teacher, she'd surely be on his tail about anything scandalous. Then stress twanged your heart.

"What if someone finds out about us, about tonight?"

"They won't."

"What if they do?"

His mouth quirked into a half-smile, equal parts reassuring and mischievous. “We’d get scolded, thrown in detention, and likely forced to marry sooner than we’d like. Expulsion would be threatened, but I reckon most of the professors have enjoyed watching our so-called ‘budding romance.’ I’d wager they’d let it slide.”

"Professor Wesley would have you strung up by your ears for taking me to bed," you muttered, finding humour in the image, but also horror in the truth of it. "Oh Merlin she'd be so disappointed in me..."

"You're right," he muttered with an exaggerated sigh, "if it was Ominis who'd taken you, she'd be so much happier."

You couldn't help the laugh that left you, or how it quickly dissolved into a groan. "Sebastian please, I— what if this was a mistake?"

His amusement faded and he softened. "Think for one moment, with no one else's judgement, did it feel like a mistake?"

"No..."

“You think I’d do this with anyone else?” he continued, his voice softer now. “That I’d risk everything—us—for something fleeting?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Merlin, you really don’t give me enough credit, do you?”

“It’s not that,” you protested weakly.

“Then what is it?” he pressed, his gaze intent but not unkind.

"You're not just saying all this to make me feel better, are you? To make me think you want me?" The words felt stupid the moment they left your mouth.

Sebastian blinked, stunned into silence for a moment before a laugh—warm and disbelieving—escaped him. “You’re daft if you think I’d ever not want you. Have you met me?”

You swatted at his arm halfheartedly, your cheeks burning. “This is mortifying.”

“Mortifying?” He scoffed, pulling you closer. “The only thing mortifying about this is how much I love kissing you, everywhere. Truely, I won't be able to think about another thing."

"If we get married, I think I'll die of a heart attack."

"Not if, love, when."

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Silly backstorys of how he acquired his pets. 🦉 Hetty was given by Professor Fig

🐈 Scratch a Hogwarts cat that latched on

A couple mentions asking they don’t seem very friendly, do they even like him? Of course! Beneath all the sass they just show their affection differently🦉🐈

What I think every time I see the owl in the opening cinematic

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The Undercroft (Reader x Sebastian Sallow)

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“This just won’t do it.” – you nervously watched Sebastian pace around. A hand scratching urgently through his hair to get a better grip of the situation. – “I tried all there was.” – you answered trying to tone his pacing down. – “Yeah with basic school spells!” – Sebastian walked a bit further to the side.

Giving a petrified goblin a kick to his foot. The goblin let out a sound, trying to shout at Sebastian through his sealed lips. – “That is all I know. That is all that I am being taught.” – you called out turning away from him. Crossing your arms at how hopeless you felt.

Professor Fig demanded the world of you, but how were you going to save keep the world with basic spells any wizard or witch could do. Sebastian sighed soft, walking up to you. – “That’s not what I meant…” – he spoke reaching for your arm.

Gripping his hand around it, tugging gently at you so you’d turn back to him. You stumbled against his chest, pressing a hand against it to steady yourself. Flustered, you looked up to him. – “What I meant is these goblins aren’t going to play nicely. Fig should know that. Sure basic school spells can take you a great lead, but one day they will cut short and then what Y/n?” – Sebastian explained further.

Letting you realize that. – “I know…” – you sighed out, looking off into the highlands. He touched your chin, bringing it forwards. Wanting you to look at him again. – “I don’t want to receive an owl one day with your dead note Y/n.”

You pulled his hand down. – “What makes you think you deserve an owl?” – you teased, quirking your eyebrow up. Sebastian did the same, mimicking your expression. – “Har har, very funny Y/n.” – he responded poking you in the forehead. Giving it a little push so your head moved back.

“But I am being serious. There will come a fight where your basic spells won’t do much.” – he shifted his weight on his feet, slightly crossing his arms. – “What will you have me do then? No professor will teach me any other spells.” – Sighing loud, you knew the truth. You couldn’t even dare to ask them. You would receive an immediate no. Besides none other than Fig was supposed to know of your quest.

Sebastian hummed deep, stroking his chin thoughtfully. – “You just need a new teacher.” – he spoke moving his hands to his hips. – “Oh really, do you know any?” – you responded with a new hope. Sebastian scoffed loud, turning his head away. His little reaction making you blink confused. – “You are looking at one.” – he gestured at himself with pride and cockiness.

It made you snort soft, hiding your smile behind your hand. Sebastian turned his head hearing the petrified goblin laugh deeply from within his throat. – “Shut up!” – Sebastian called out, giving him a harder kick. Huffing annoyed, he took you by the hand. Pulling you away, further up the hill of the highlands. – “Sebastian…” – you spoke toggling after him.

“I haven’t told you this, but you must promise me to not tell a word to Ominis.” – he said warningly. – “Told me what…” – you responded intrigued and slightly annoyed that Sebastian was keeping secret from you. You thought you were on a sharing base ever since you shared what you were able to do and why you are on Rookwook’s hitlist.

You heard him sigh loud. – “There is a hidden room. One only Ominis and I know off. The Undercroft.” – he informed you further. Tugging at your hand to keep up with his pace. – “It’s a good place to teach you a spell or two.” – hearing him chuckle smug at himself made you roll your eyes behind him.

Hiking up the hill, you let your gaze drift away. Down in the valley stood the mighty castles of Hogwarts. Furrowing your brows a bit, you wondered how many secrets it harboured. Together you hiked down towards the long bridge that connected the highlands with the castle.

“How sure are you that Ominis wouldn’t be there?” – you questioned moving out of the way as another student came passing by in the opposite direction. – “He won’t.” – Sebastian responded with a huff. – “But how sure are you?” – you repeated quickening up your pace to remain at his side. – “I am… sure enough of it.” – he spoke keeping his gaze on his surroundings. You hummed teasingly back at him with a smirk. Sebastian clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes.

Nearing the doors, he held them open for you. – “What a gentleman.” – you teased taking a bow at him. – “Knock it off.” – he gave you a playful pat against your shoulder to get a move on. You curiously followed Sebastian. Observing very well the way towards the Undercroft.

When Sebastian stood still under a stairway, it made you hum loud. It was hidden, yet in plain sight. Sebastian gestured at you to look-out if anyone was watching. You turned away from him, looking it around. It was only when you felt a pat on your shoulder that you spun around. He waved you over, holding the door open.

You walked up to it, passing him in the door opening to enter. – “It’s dark.” – you let out hearing the door slam shut. Feeling a bump against your arm made you gasp loud. – “You know a spell or two don’t you Y/n?” – Sebastian said looking all smug. Wand up as it was beaming a small light at the tip.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking him by the arm as he led you down the steps. He dimmed the light when you arrived. The room lit with torches. – “Welcome to the Undercroft.” – he called out, all too proudly. – “Very impressive.” – you said. – “Please hold your applause.” – he joked making you laugh.

Hearing your laugh made him rub the back of his neck nervously. – “Alright professor Sallow. What will it be?” – you addressed him with a smile. Sebastian cleared his throat, straightening his posture. – “As your professor, I intend to have my student listen to me.” – he responded. – “Aye, aye!” – you saluted making him snort loud. – “Alright, alright enough teasing, we have to get serious.” – his hands going up in defence to let you know playtime was over.

Sebastian moved away from you as you approached him hesitantly. – “So what will you teach me?” – you dared to ask. Sebastian hummed thoughtfully. – “How about Depulso.” – he recited. – “Depulso?” – you repeated frowningly. – “Yes… yes, we’ll go with that.” – you noticed he was speaking to himself and had not even heard you.

“Y/n come here.” – calling you over. You approached him nervously of what he was about to teach you. – “Now remember Y/n. Depulso is very powerful spell. It has quiet the kick-back if you aren’t careful.” – he informed you, making you swallow nervously. – “Now you see the wand movement is quite easy.” – he said taking out his wand. He started swaying his wand in a sequence. Trying to catch his quick movement, you gawked at him with a confused blink.

“Can you do that slower?” – you asked barely remembering what you just saw. – “Oh yes right. Sorry.” – he apologized, brushing his hand up his neck. He showed you the same sequence again. This time slower. – “Try mimicking it with your hand.” – he suggested.

So you did, coming to stand beside him. Sebastian kept repeating the same movement for you to mirror your hand to it. – “Now with your wand.” – he nudged you. Taking out your wand, you let out a deep breath. He gestured at you to show him.

Focusing on what you had tried to memorize in the past few minutes, you let your wand move. – “No.” – Sebastian called out, making you stop and begin again. You let your wand go up, stopping at another loud no from him again. – “From left to right, Y/n.” – he sighed out when you tackled it from the wrong side.

The failure made you sigh loud as you were used to being a quick study. Yet being here in the Undercroft with him had you all hay-wired. Sebastian sighed again, approaching you. – “Look.” – he said coming to stand behind you. Resting a hand on your upper arm. – “From left to right.” – he whispered to you.

You swallowed nervously, letting your hand go shakingly from left to right. – “Look.” – he said bringing his hand forwards. Pressing your lips together, you supressed a gasp. Feeling his hand side up from your wrist to come and lay on top of yours. Placing his fingers neatly over yours. Grip clasping fully around your hand and wand grip.

“Like this.” – he said bringing your hand to the side. Guiding it into the movement. Letting it go slowly. Intrigued, you turned your head up to look at him. He curled up a smile, releasing his grip from you to poke you in the cheek.

Gently pushing to have your focus forwards again. His warm hand going around yours once more. He guided your hand to do the movement again. Slow. Then quicker. – “It’s that easy Y/n.” – he spoke letting his cheek rest against your head.

Heart pounding louder in your chest, you hoped he couldn’t hear. Bashful and flustered you turned your head back to him. Sebastian’s gaze fell down on you. His gaze softening up to you with a tiny smile.

Even he had to swallow upon how close you were to his face. Instinctively he moved his head even closer. Slightly puckering up his lips towards you. Yet he couldn’t help himself but wanting to kiss you. His heart beating loud against your body, he was sure you could hear it.

“Tell me to stop…” – he managed to whisper out. – “Do not stop.” – you responded turning more around to him. Sebastian grabbed on tight to your arm, sucking in a breath before pressing his lips to yours.

His other hand lowered as you dropped your wand. Grabbing for his hand. Body swaying a bit to the side, hand entangled. Sebastian smiled against your lips before bringing his hand up to your cheek. Letting his palm brush up to it, before kissing you again. Taking notice of each part of your lips.

He breathed loud against your lips, breaking off the kiss for a moment. – “I am going to teach you every spell. For you need to survive. I can’t and won’t loose you Y/n.”  - he spoke brushing his hand down to your neck. Cupping your cheeks whilst leaning in for another kiss.

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Sixth Time's The Charm

Summary: (Continuation of IGNORANT.) They shook hands. They made up. Sebastian stopped thinking about the letters he sent — until three slices of cold toast and one traumatised owl reminded him otherwise. Word Count: ~2,300 Tags: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC, Canon Divergence, Mild Language, Yet Another Bird Bribery, Traumatised Owl, Grovelling Sebastian, Sebastian Speaks Owl, MC Is Flirting (If You Squint Real Hard), Slow Burn (Kinda), Toast Politics and Owl Drama, Lavender and Bergamot, Fluff, Ominis Loves Garreth (or So the Latter Proclaimed) A/N: Initially, I didn’t plan for this fic to be this long (I’m a minimalist at heart), but I’m a girl of my word — and when I (Sebastian) said we made a mental note to return to the Owlery, we will.

As a new writer, the response to IGNORANT genuinely meant the world to me. 🥹 ← this is me seeing all your comments, tags, likes, and reblogs. I’m so grateful that the fic resonated with you the way it did with me while writing it.

Towards the end of this — especially the bit about her scent — I had Lizzy McAlpine’s spring into summer on loop, and it really helped me find the emotional shift I needed to finish. (This was meant to be a comedy, I swear. The ending snuck up on me too.) But honestly? I kind of like it this way.

Enjoy 💌 —Nina

Breakfast in the Great Hall was unusually quiet for a sunny Sunday.

It had been a week since their reconciliation in the Undercroft. The trio had just finished their meal. No obnoxious Gryffindors (yet) to grace their 'somber' table with unsolicited light and joy. Thank Merlin for that. Sebastian was in the middle of stuffing not one, not two, but three slices of toast into his satchel — each generously slathered with glistening, mouth-watering marmalade. The kind that turns heads when someone’s eating it. (Special reward for special delivery. Cotton deserved it, after all.) “...What’s with the toast?” she asked, eyeing whatever nonsense the teenage boy beside her was up to. Sebastian tightened the clasps on his satchel before finally answering her question. “Nothing much. Just a few debts I have to pay.”

“That’s an awful lot of toast for a single debt,” she said, not even looking up. She didn’t look particularly impressed — not surprising, considering she knew full well that Sebastian Sallow had a penchant for keeping ‘friends in his debt.’ (She still was, for the record). Instead, she turned her attention to the far more pressing task of perfecting her milk-to-sugar ratio. “It’s a very serious debt,” he replied, a small smile curled on his lips.  Charming. She raised her left eyebrow but didn’t continue further. “Alright — I shan’t press then.” After taking one last sip of her perfectly measured tea, she stood and dusted off her neatly pressed robe. “Professor Fig’s waiting for me, so I shall leave you two to your …tomfoolery. See you lot at dinner.” she added as she strode toward the exit. And there she went—leaving behind a half-eaten scone and the faint trace of a familiar scent he couldn’t quite place. It lingered just softly, but he didn’t think much of it. Ominis had just finished placing his napkin on his empty plate. And as he was pouring milk to his tea, he asked: “So, what happened to all your letters?” Sebastian didn’t look up ”What letters?” He was reaching for a napkin — marmalade from Cotton’s toast smeared across the front pocket of his satchel. Blast it. “The six apology letters you owled her over the course of two weeks,” Ominis said. “You know — the ones you agonized over, rewrote twice each, and scented like a courting ritual — which, for the record, I only advised once, not six.” Sebastian had been ready to leave the hall — satchel clean, toast secured — but that stopped him in his tracks. Funny. He hadn’t truly thought about it before. Not properly. His mind flicked back to the night after that whole disastrous 'ignorant' mess of a day (more of a catastrophe, really). He’d been perched at his desk, quill in hand, supposedly working on a fifteen-inch Potions essay — when in truth, he’d been drafting an apology. A proper one. Determined to finish before Ominis returned. No way in hell was he letting his best friend catch him grovelling. He just shrugged off his best friend’s question, muttering something about being late — more a flailing attempt at dignity than anything else. Knowing Ominis, he’d press until he got answers, and Sebastian had absolutely no intention of letting him anywhere near the contents of those painfully embarrassing letters. So off he went, leaving the young Gaunt  — and his meddling question — unanswered.

He was halfway to the nearest Floo Flames (this time, he remembered), intent on getting to the Owlery before the toasts went stale when he noticed two third-years: A Slytherin and a Ravenclaw loitering by the fountain outside the library. They were deep in conversation, robes askew, sugar quills in hand, utterly absorbed in their favorite pastime: other people’s business.

“...She’s cracked, I’m telling you,” the Ravenclaw girl said. “Heard she blew up a suit of armour — just snapped, out of nowhere. Ancient Magic surge, or something.” She lowered her voice, though somehow made it louder.

The other girl gasped. “That’s mental.”

Sebastian slowed mid-step. Eavesdropping wasn’t exactly noble, but the words ‘Ancient Magic’ paired with ‘mental’ had a way of catching his ear. “Did I tell you?” the Slytherin began, eyes bright. “Caught her last week in the common room. Letters. All over the table. A whole stack of them. Didn’t read a single one.” “Honestly,” she added, lowering her voice again, “I think she was just overwhelmed. You should’ve seen the pile — thick envelopes, stuffed with parchment. Fifteen inches, at least.” That sounded… uncomfortably familiar. “Merlin. Who writes that much?” the Ravenclaw asked, somewhere between surprise and disgust.

“Hopeless admirers, probably.” The Slytherin twirled her sugar quill. “I mean, if you got seventeen owls in a week — all confessing love or guilt or whatever — you’d go mad too.” “Can’t blame her,” the other girl nodded. “Did you see what the letters said?”

“I wish! First, she crumples one. Second, she rips clean in two. By the fifth?” She flung her hands wide. “Confringo!” She gasped “She blew it up?”

“Right in front of me!” The Slytherin beamed, clearly delighted. “Snatched it straight from that poor owl’s beak. Nearly roasted the thing.”

Sebastian stopped cold.

Fifteen inches. Seventeen owls. Emotional overload. That didn’t sound like admirers. That sounded like him.

At this point, Sebastian didn’t even care if they caught him eavesdropping. As far as he was concerned, he was practically minding his own business. (Although he had to admit — seventeen owls was a bit of an exaggeration.) He stopped listening to the couple. Went quiet — not because she hadn’t responded. Or because she’d been angry — he’d deserved that much. But because she hadn’t even read them. (Well. Maybe the sixth. Hopefully the sixth. He liked to think the sixth stuck the landing.)

And yet, somehow, that wasn’t what haunted him most.

Nibbles. Sweet, overachieving, tragically loyal Nibbles. The only owl in the Hogwarts Owlery who waited without hooting in judgment. The one who had delivered every ridiculous, overwritten, scented, ink-blotted plea for forgiveness like it meant something. Now everything made sense — the judgmental eyes, the half-scorched tail feathers (which he’d completely missed, somehow), the twitchy landings. He’d sent his owl to a bloody warzone. Poor bastard, Sebastian muttered. He wasn’t sure if he meant the owl — or himself. Possibly both. Anne’s going to kill him.

He made it to the Owlery without even thinking. The toast was long cold. His dignity? Longer gone. A handful of students lingered in the Owlery, tending bandaged wings, murmuring hellos, slipping pellets into outstretched beaks. Sebastian averted his gaze. Nibbles was where he always was: far right perch, middle beam, watching him with the kind of expression only a morally superior owl could muster. Dishevelled. Feathers rumpled. One tail slightly singed. Looking like he’d seen combat. Probably had. “Look,” Sebastian began, spreading his hands like he was about to apologise to a girl, not a bird. “I know you’re angry. Or… traumatised. Fair enough. Truly.” Nibbles blinked. Unimpressed. “I didn’t think she’d—alright, that’s not true. I did think she might react badly. I just—” He broke off, raking a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to look at me like that.” A low chuff. Almost a scoff. “I was desperate, alright?” he protested. Another blink. He couldn’t tell if it was judgment, pity, or disdain. Sebastian sighed and reached into his satchel, retrieving the half-squashed toast, now wrapped in a serviette. “It’s cold,” he muttered, placing them on the rail like a peace treaty. “But it’s yours — all two. Marmalade, no butter this time. Don’t let Cotton see it.”

But of course, that blasted owl couldn’t have picked a better moment to perch next to Nibbles — impeccable timing, naturally. (Like master, like monster). One look at the toast and she screeched like she’d just witnessed a crime. Where are MY toasts? Nibbles stared at the toast, then at him. Deeply disappointed. “Alright, alright! I’ll get another! — Merlin,” Sebastian muttered as he reached for his last marmalade toast. “You lot are ruthless.” Told you bribery wouldn’t get you anywhere, Cotton radiated as she inched closer to the marmalade. “Just—don’t tell Anne, yeah?” he whispered. “Not a word about the letters. Or the toast. Or the arson.” Nibbles blinked again. Now with the gravity of someone filing it away for future blackmail. We’ll See. As Sebastian turned to leave, two Hufflepuffs feeding pellets by the stairs watched him go. “Sallow’s lost it, hasn’t he?”

Dinner was far less peaceful than breakfast.

For one, Garreth had found them. “Missed you lot this morning,” he announced the moment he spotted them, sliding onto the bench across from Sebastian with a tray stacked like a feast. “Tragic, really. No warning, no note, no marmalade.” She chuckled but didn’t look up. “You’ll live, Garreth.” “Optimism! That’s what I needed.” He clutched at his heart, grinning like he’d just been granted mercy after a long, harrowing battle with loneliness. Typical Gryffindor. Sebastian nudged his plate away, only half-listening. Ominis, for his part, looked like he was fighting the urge to stab something with his fork. Despite nobody asking, Garreth launched into a very condensed version of the day’s chaos. “Anyway—potion mishap. Singing cauldron. Nearly set my fringe on fire. You had to be there.” “No, I didn’t,” Ominis muttered, unimpressed. His patience seemed to fray more with each word Garreth spoke. “I sang, Ominis.” “That’s precisely the problem.” Sebastian snorted. And there it was again. That scent again. He hadn’t noticed it at first — too faint in the morning, too distracted by toast politics and owl guilt. But now, here at dinner, with Garreth chatting loudly across from him and Ominis to his left complaining about the absurd salt content in the gravy — it hit him. Warm. Subtle. Floral, but not too sweet. Something between fresh parchment and something sharper. Familiar. Ominis finally stood with the grace of someone being forcibly freed. “I miss the peace of the Undercroft,” he said, already walking off — a bit faster than necessary. “He loves me, really,” Garreth proclaimed, then shouted, “RIGHT, GAUNT?” loud enough to make half the table turn. 

Ominis raised a hand over his shoulder. Whether it was a wave or a warning was anyone’s guess. Garreth lingered just long enough to steal a few grapes off Sebastian’s plate, make two more jokes — one definitely at Sebastian’s expense — and then yawned with theatrical exhaustion. “Well,” he said, standing and stretching, “off to cause minor chaos elsewhere. Try not to miss me too much, yeah?” And with that, he sauntered off, whistling some off-key tune that was probably meant to sound charming.

At last, peace. Well — relative peace. Now it was just the two of them. And a silence that suddenly felt sharper than it had all day. Sebastian tapped his fingers against his glass.

“The letters…” he began, then stopped. Reconsidered. Cleared his throat and tried again. “Did you read any of them?” She tilted her head. “Read what?” He gave her a look. “Oh,” she said, mock-thoughtfully. “You mean the dramatic letters with wax seals and unnecessarily complex sentence structure?” His face went warm. “They weren’t that dramatic.” “I don’t know,” she said, sipping her drink. “One of them had a closing line that could’ve doubled as a tragic sonnet.” “You didn’t even read them.” She shrugged, smiling into her cup. “Did I?” He stared. “Did you?” She didn’t answer. Just leaned slightly closer — not quite enough to fluster, but enough to throw him off-balance — and said with infuriating lightness: “Goodnight, Sebastian.” Then she turned and walked away, steps unhurried, as if she hadn’t just lit a dozen unanswered questions on fire and left him in the smoke. He sat there, blinking after her, heart somewhere between confused and mildly cursed. And then—

The scent. It lingered faintly in the space she’d left behind. Lavender. Parchment. A whisper of bergamot. Nothing loud. Nothing cloying. Just enough to tug at the back of his memory. His breath caught. The sixth letter. The one he’d enchanted. A soft charm, just something calming — something sincere. That was it. That was exactly it. She’d read it. Not just read it — she’d kept it close. Close enough for the magic to linger. Close enough for the scent to settle into her robes. He let out a slow breath, dazed. Not that Sebastian was complaining. He’d grown rather fond of it — of her, like this. It smelled better on her than it ever had on that damned letter. He hadn’t lost sleep over the others. Really.

But tonight? He just might rest easy.

(Just knowing she’d read the sixth.)

Back in the girls’ dormitory, it was quiet—save for the occasional whisper and the soft rustle of blankets being pulled tight. Most were already fast asleep, all except one familiar figure.

She remained awake despite the late hour, propped up against the wooden headboard of her bed. A half-eaten box of truffles rested on the worn bedside table, their sweetness still faint in the air.

In her hands: a wand and a letter — the parchment warm, slightly crinkled from frequent rereading. It wasn’t overly long. Just long enough to say what mattered. Short enough to keep close. The faint scent of lavender from the letter still clung to the sheets.

From the bed beside hers, Violet shifted, catching the soft glow of her roommate’s Lumos-lit wand flickering across her face — serene, thoughtful, and all smiles. “Another letter from your admirer?” Violet’s voice was low and teasing, but it still carried warmth.

“Something like that,” she whispered back, her smile brushing her cheeks. Violet smiled in return. “Goodnight, lovebird,” she murmured as she shifted again, ready to drift off. A pause. Then, sleepily: “If he sends you a seventh, tell him to use better parchment. The rustling keeps me up.” She let out a quiet laugh. “Goodnight, Violet,” she murmured, finally setting the letter down on her bedside table. Its edges caught the light one last time before she whispered Nox and let the room fade into quiet shadow. She might not have read the first five letters — but the sixth? She keeps it by her bed. Bad penmanship and all.

Sixth time’s the actual charm.

✦ This Wasn’t Supposed to Be a Series, But: [1/3] : IGNORANT

[3/3] : Signed, Sealed, Survived

[ask-professor-fig]

Musings of an old man (VIII)

I didn’t want to get attached, especially so quickly. I had received Black’s letter and sighed loudly, thankfully no one was around to hear me. Weasley apologized, however there was little she could do after a direct order from the headmaster, especially having been organized by the Ministry. It was out of her hands. My plan of aversion completely fell apart the day we met at the orphanage. 

She already had garnered a degree of sympathy from me in advance, having learned from her file that she had been one of the older tenants in such terrible living conditions, but that was nothing compared to when we actually first met.

Her eyes… they were a hauntingly familiar silver-gray. If I wasn’t mid speech about how I was to guide her back to the school, I would have broken down myself. However, the girl already looked to have been crying for the majority of the day. I had to keep it together, at least until after the Sorting Ceremony. 

She livened up on our way to London, asking me questions about the school and my class. She seemed very intrigued by the different courses I described, her eyes brightening more when I mentioned Astronomy. Professor Shah would be excited that our new student is interested in the stars. Collecting new items for the school year was easy enough, she wasn’t particular about anything, suggesting that I just grab whatever I thought she would need. 

Still, her eyes haunted me as we made our way through the city. She looked just like her, it scared me. 

It was soon after her very first classes when I truly felt a connection, and she was not even there. I was in my office, preparing for my own classes, when Professor Weasley knocked at my door once again. I assumed it was with a new assignment, or to question our arrival once again, however one look at her expression and I knew she came with news instead. 

She had taken down a troll. No one had said how, but I knew she had to have used her gifts. One day in this magical world and she was already making me worry for her safety. When she had actually returned herself, I made a point to look her over for any injury she may have hidden. I worried that, like her, she would have a bit of a hero complex, and would not be as interested in caring for herself.

I was correct, she was hiding a broken left wrist and a gash down her right calf. I sat her down by my fireplace before tending to them, giving her a wiggenweld and wrapping them for extra measure. We then enjoyed some tea as the embers died down. She began to open up to me, recounting tales of her childhood. 

She hadn’t always been an orphan. Yes, her parents died when she was young, but her godfather took her in and raised her as his own. She didn’t have to say it, but I knew he was no longer among the living as well. Tears welled in her eyes, so instead of pressing for answers I placed a careful hand on her shoulder before excusing her to her room to sleep. 

Why did I care so much? She was my ward, a student I was charged to look after and deliver to the school. And now, days later I was worrying over injuries she had hidden after going head first against an armoured troll. She was fearless. After meeting with Hecat and Ronen after their classes, they confirmed what I was gathering at the vault. She was strong and wise. But it took until she left my office to combine it all together and realize what truly it was about her that got to me, and it hit me like a graphorn to the chest. 

She was just like Miriam.

I spent the rest of that night in my office, mulling over the fact that I had begun to let this girl into my heart… 

Taliya had worked her way into my heart.

[thornsunicorn]

The new Fifth Year…s?

1/2

[princesevsnape]

Undercroft Confessions

Requested by anon

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Hufflepuff!Reader

Prompts: “You’re my happy place” & “If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do”

Prompt List

Summary; After an eventful year at Hogwarts, Sebastian admits his feelings to you.

Word count: 995

Warnings: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy of course.

A/N: Thank you so much this request I loved writing it. I hope you enjoy. And if anyone has any other requests please send them in.

The end of term was approaching fast. As were your O.W.L.S. You weren’t prepared in the slightest having had such an eventful year. You decided to get some studying done. If you could even focus that was.

You were sat in the library, focusing as much as you could. The library was a little quieter than usual. But you still heard the whisper of other students as they muttered to each other whilst staring at you.

Coincidentally you had been the only one to see Professor Fig die. Only you and the professors knew what happened when you tried to stop Ranrok getting that final repository. So they talked about you. Muttered things that you tried to ignore. But they believed you had something to do with Professor Fig’s death.

“Hello Hufflepuff.” You heard a familiar voice say as he took a seat opposite you.

You looked up to see Sebastian Sallow. Your friend from Slytherin.

“Hello Sebastian. Do you have to call me that all the time though?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What would you prefer I call you?” He asked.

“My name would do just fine Sebastian.”

“How are you doing anyway?” He asked.

“Not the best. Trying to study for these O.W.L.S but I can’t focus what with everyone constantly staring at me all the time and talking about me.” You admitted.

“Forget what they think. You know the truth of what happened to Professor Fig. They just want to be relevant by talking about stupid theories they have. They���re just jealous that you’ve done more in your first year at this school then they have in their entire time here.” Sebastian said trying to reassure you.

“You think so?” You asked.

“I know so. And i also wanted to say sorry about Professor Fig. I know you were close.”

“Thanks Sebastian. I don’t think I would have been able to get through any of this without friends like you and Ominis.” You said .

The word friends made Sebastian’s heart sink. He looked away from you before he showed any kind of emotion but you noticed something was wrong.

“Sebastian what’s wrong?” You asked.

“It’s nothing don’t worry.” He said putting a fake smile on his face.

“Sebastian don’t lie to me. You know you can tell me anything. Especially after what we have both been through this year.” You said.

“Ok but let’s go somewhere more quiet. Shall we go to the Undercroft?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said gathering your books and shoving them in your bag and following Sebastian to the Undercroft.

When you got there Sebastian started pacing.

“Sebastian please calm down.” You said grabbing one of his hands to stop him from pacing the room.

He looked at his hand in yours and smiled. He turned to face you.

“I don’t know how to say this. I’m not really good at this kind of thing.” He said.

“What are you on about Sebastian?” You asked.

“Ok here goes nothing. I like you Y/N. A lot. Everything you have done for me this last year. Helping me find a cure for Anne, even though you knew we probably wouldn’t find one, you still helped. And keeping me out of Azkaban after killing my uncle. You’re the only one who’s helped me through all this and for that I’m so grateful. “ he stopped before saying anything else.

“Sebastian what are you saying?” You asked.

“You’re my happy place. And I’ve lost too much already. I’ve lost Anne, my uncle. I can’t lose you too. If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do. I’ve fallen for you Y/N. And I know you probably don’t feel the same. I mean who could love a killer.” He said.

Sebastian did something you didn’t expect. He broke down in tears. He fell to his knees and sobbed.

You knelt down next to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Sebastian you did what you had to. If you didn’t kill Solomon then you could have very well been the one killed. He was trying to kill us. He also destroyed any possible chance you had of saving Anne. He deserved what he got if you ask me.”

“But Anne hates me. She refuses to see me or even answer my Owls. The only way I get updates about her is through Ominis.” He said sobbing into your shoulder.

“She will come around eventually Sebastian. She knows deep down everything you did was to protect her. But imagine how she would feel if it was you who was dead. She will realise you only meant well.” you said trying to reassure him rubbing his back.

“You think so?” He said looking up at you and wiping his tears away.

“I do. I tell you what, once term is over and we have finished our O.W.L.S, I will come with you to Feldcroft. And I will talk to her for you. I will try and make her see sense. It’s the least I can do for you.” You said.

“You’d really help me?” He asked.

“Of course I will. And I tell you what. We will keep trying to find a cure for Anne. I want to help you. Because you are a good person Sebastian. And you’ve done as much to help me this year as I have for you. And that is why I do love you Sebastian. I have fallen for you. And I’m here for you. Always.” You said.

“You love me?” He asked, confused because he never expected you to have ever felt the same about him as he does about you.

“I didn’t expect to. But the more time we’ve spent together the more I have fallen for you.” You admitted.

“Well then I’m glad you feel the same way because I love you too.” He said and then he finally kissed you.

[lorainelegacy]

Hi, I have a bit of a question… You don’t have to answer, of course—it’s just something I’ve been wondering about. I’m not exactly sure how old the Slytherin MC is supposed to be, but… have you ever considered the idea of Professor Fig and a female MC having children?

Just a thought that crossed my mind. Curious where your imagination might take that.

By the way, I love your pictures of Professor Fig and your fMC 

Oh, how lovely of you to ask that! My MC is 26, and of course they'd want a child. Imagine how happy Eleazar would be! Because in my fanfic, he mentions that Miriam never wanted to start a family with him, as she prioritized her travels and research. Of course, he'd have some insecurity issues because of his age, and he'd become really protective of Loraine to the point of being maniacal, lol.

I even asked GPT chat (lol) if it could be possible, and he answered this:

Of course! It's totally possible. From a biological standpoint, men can have children even at quite advanced ages, as their fertility declines very slowly over time, but it doesn't disappear abruptly like it does for women. At almost 60, Eleazar Fig could still be perfectly fertile, especially in the magical context of Hogwarts Legacy, where health and longevity are often enhanced by potions, spells, and magical care. (Come on, he probably has more stamina than many 40-year-old Muggles 😏). As for Loraine, at 26, she's at an ideal age for pregnancy, both in real life and in a story like this. So if the bond between them is strong—and we can already see that it is profoundly so—they could conceive a child without any problem.

How does Chat GPT know Eleazar's stamina? And what's with that emoji? Lmao.

Thanks for asking. I definitely have to write about this ♥

[faustinio27]

Ask game for Faust: 5, 12, 21! ♡

I know you like it when I ramble, so you'll be served

Short answer: no. Because I don't know shit about wand's lore :'D it really not passionates me. I only know about the differences between the cores, but idk if there's more. Faustine has the same wand as me, and it's good like this. I'm satisfied with our phoenix core, because it's the rarest and the one that allows you to learn the most spells, I think it suits her well because she wants to learn the most spells possible, and yk her ancient magic is rare so her core has to be rare too 😌

For the anecdote, right up to the end, I didn't know whether I wanted to open the repository or not :'D So I've adapted my own hesitation to her canon. Faustine chose to keep it closed, and not to tell anyone. When she gets in front of the repository, she's confused about her decision, and thinks of opening it to take the "evil/corrupted" magic inside her, so that no one else gets hurt but herself. At this point in the game, she's gone through a rollercoaster of emotions. She massacred the Rockwood camp and exterminated Ranrok's goblins with a coolness that almost frightened her. In the weeks before, she had seen the consequences of the dark wizards' and goblins' thirst for power, she had seen her loved ones suffer because of them, and just want everything to stop, even if it means sacrifice herself (she didn't know what would happend to her if she takes the corrupt magic, but she kind of know it wouldn't end good). As she told Professor Fig about her doubts while being tearful and exhausted, he reassured her and made her promise to do the right thing, aka not sacrifice herself for the greater good, because she's already strong enough as she is. After the fight against Ranrok and the death of Professor Fig, Faustine was again reluctant to take the magic, and would have done so had she not made this promise earlier. Because the professor's death confirmed her fear: she's not strong enough to protect her loved ones, and needs to become stronger to do so, even if it means sacrificing herself. But she'll keep her promise in respect of his memory, and seek power in another way, giving herself heart and soul to her future profession as an Auror and honing her "good" ancient magic.

OH BOY, YES I have ONE thing that I'd like to change more than anything else, which has been bothering me ever since I finished the game. Especially when I wanted Faustine's story to fit my gameplay, choices and dialogues. It's the quest after Sebastian kills his uncle, when you have the choice of learning the Avada Kedavra spell. Gameplay-wise, I wanted to learn all the spells, even the unforgivables, and I was pretty happy how it turned out for the other two, because Faustine learnt them but didn't use them at these time (even if she condemns their use, she prefers to learn them “just in case”). I think that for the Avada spell, this was really the worst time to learn it in terms of story. I hate how insensitive our mc is to a lost Sebastian, she even seems manipulative, all to learn this spell. No empathy. Even worse, she console Sebastian in his mistake! Which is fine for a dark wizard scenario, but it's not what I wanted. I used to rage in front of my TV when I heard the lines of dialogue :'D It's the only time Faustine was really out of character. So, in my canon, Sebastian doesn't even have time to offer to teach her this forbidden spell, because she's barely caught up with him on the way out of the catacombs before she's yelling at him like never before. Sebastian, who is already confused by his uncle's murder and Anne's reaction, runs away from Faustine, who regrets her reaction but still feels a mix of anger and panic at the situation. She'll learn the Avada Kedavra spell later, I don't know how yet, neither if she'll ask Sebastian, but she will.

[sallowtheories]

Is Sebastian's parents the reason Miriam found the portkey?

Yes, you read that right, and I actually believe that they were. I believe Sebastian and Anne's parents were the reason why, Miriam was able to find the portkey.

Now, you may wonder how I came to that conclusion. It was though a specific question, that I slowly pieced this idea together.

What did Sebastian's parents teach at Hogwarts?

It is never stated what Anne and Sebastian's parents taught at Hogwarts, but only that they died while the twins where still quite young, and before - as far as we know - they ever sat a foot on Hogwarts grounds themselves. All that we know about them was that they read and studied a lot, and passed the joy of learning and gathering knowledge onto their children. As Sebastian once stated to the MC, he reads whatever book he is handed - "That's what you get with professors for parents".

But that doesn't explain what they taught at Hogwarts.

That was then I remembered that during a conversation with professor Ronen, you learn that he had only been at the school as a professor for 7 years. That means that he started teaching Charms at Hogwarts in 1883, around which time Anne and Sebastian would have been 8 years old. Therefore it is not unlikely to believe that either Sebastian's mother or father taught Charms at Hogwarts.

But that only explains one of the parents.

I started digging a little further, checking if I could find out other things about the other professors and when they started teaching at Hogwarts, when I remembered something Sebastian once told the MC. When you tell Sebastian about your ability to see Ancient Magic, he asks a lot of questions, leading him to admidting that he has been studying "archaic magic". Which made me wonder; is that what his parents was trying to study as well?

Given what we know about Sebastian's somewhat obsessive nature, I wonder if this may have been his obsession before Anne got cursed - learning as much about whatever his parents studied. Books and text that was so interesting to read, that two magical parents with their kinds upstairs, didn't notice the fumes coming from their lamp? Would also explain where Sebastian got his inability to "stop" from...

Pushing aside how I believe it was Sebastian's first obsession with reading what his parents read, that drow the first wedge between him and his uncle, we will now have to focus on Solomon. Or more specificly, where Solomon is living - Feldcroft.

Now, we have no idea where Sebastian and Anne used to live with their parents. We don't know if they lived in Feldcroft close to Solomon, or maybe lived somewhere closer to Hogwarts. But what we do know is Solomon lived in Feldcroft. Where it was just after he decided to leave his job as an aura, or the place he and Sebastian's father grew up, we have no idea. But with Solomon in Feldcroft, we now have a connection between Sebastian's parents, and the place Miriam would find the portkey.

But what does that have to do with Miriam finding the portkey? How is Sebastian's parents involved?

In the beginning parts of the game, professor Fig tells the MC about something Miriam studied before she died - Ancient Magic. I have now played that scene through four times, and each time I notice the same thing - Miriam wanted to study the magic, not use it. She wondered if it could do good in this world. And each time, the same though came to me - "sounds like magical theory". And that was when I realized - professor Eleazar Fig is teaching Magical Theory.

We don't know when professor Fig to up the job at Hogwarts, but according to Harry Potter Wiki he had "(...) grown weary of his wife's quest and ended up settling into a comfortable teaching career whilst she continued her work on her own". So I wondered, was it possible that one of Sebastian's parents used to teach Magical Theory at Hogwarts?

Miriam was already known for traveling, but could some old notes left behind from the former teacher in Fig's office, eventually had led Miriam on the path to Feldcroft? We know it's in Feldcroft, at Rookwood castle that Lodgok would meet her, with the container that held the portkey.

Now, there's no straight on prove that Sebastian's parents knew anymore than anyone else in regards to the Keepers, the portkey or the powers of the Ancient Magic the MC is carrying. But in all of my years as a Harry Potter fan, I've learned one thing - nothing is a coinsidence. And the fact that Sebastian just so happens to live in the hamlet Isadora used to live in, and mere stone's throw away from Rookwood castle where the portkey and second trial is located, just seems to on the nose.

There's no doubt that Sebastian is tied closely to the history of Hogwarts Legacy, but I have a feeling that it may be more than one way, and that we may just have scratched the surface of what he, and his family might mean to this story.