#highwing my girl

[loomis-maxima]

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word count;; 14k+ pairing;; sebastian sallow x f!reader warnings;; depictions of injury, violence, and death. use of crucio. slight jealousy, angst, and a lil fluff and mutual pining to go along<3 slight lore changes regarding fiendfyre, and use of y/n. slightly dark wizard!sebastian but also saviour!sebastian 💖

*minor hogwarts legacy spoilers but nothing outright*

a/n;; this took longer than expected- i haven't written in so long so i hope you guys enjoy 💖 (i didn't expect it to be this long, and i feel like the end is a bit shit but i appreciate all of you guys sm for entertaining my fics)

Nestled in the Scottish Highlands, away from prying and mundane eyes, stood a behemoth of magic, history, legend and mystery. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The castle’s many stained glass windows glistened, the Black Lake sparkled under the stars, and the Forbidden Forest looked just as foreboding, yet at the same time, peaceful, under the last of that night’s moonlight.

The serenity of the landscape was suddenly disturbed, but not by destruction, instead by one of the most regal and proud creatures. A large, majestic Hippogriff broke through the light clouds that hung over the castle, and on the creature's back was a girl, nothing more than a Hogwarts student. “Let’s go Highwing, before anyone notices we’ve been gone all night,” said the girl on the creature's back as she took in the sights from the height they flew at one more time before returning to her usual student life. As Highwing soared in the sky, her huge wings beat against the wind causing an undeniable rhythm in the air. The large, majestic creature flew, a loud and proud call was let out from her chest as she took one last long soar before beginning her descent back to the ground.

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Back in the quiet of the castle, where students slept soundly, the only thoughts in their minds were the dreams that played out behind their closed eyes, there was one student who hadn’t slipped into the comfort and safety of his dream realm, a fifth-year Slytherin by the name of Sebastian Sallow. Instead of being nestled up cosy in his bed just like his fellow students, Sebastian sat perched on a long sofa in the Slytherin common room, eyes drifting between the doorways that were across from him, his books and the mix of half-used, blank pieces of parchment that sat on the table in front of him. “Where is she…?” he muttered to himself, slinking back into the cushions behind him. Usually, Sebastian wouldn’t keep himself so concerned with what someone else was doing, against the rules or not. But Sebastian found himself in this predicament more often than he would care to admit.

The new student, y/n, had a penchant for sneaking off unnoticed, with only the occasional comment from Imelda or Poppy drawing any attention. However, Sebastian on the other hand was more than aware of her disappearances. In fact, her absence never failed to register with him. Initially, he didn't dwell on it too much, respecting her need for privacy, just as he would want. Yet, an underlying sense of worry persisted within Sebastian, despite his rational understanding.

His eyes drifted around the large open room, taking in every inch of the usually bustling common room. Even the large windows at the end of the room that stood proud, looking out under the murky, Black Lake provided no signs of life, not a single thing except for the usual green hue coming from the windows, casting a haunting, yet beautiful atmosphere. It seemed for all the world, that everyone but Sebastian was asleep, everyone but Sebastian was without a worry. His eyes settled on the fire, the flames were a deep, vibrant orange, hinted with hues of yellow and red as they twisted and danced together. Sebastian found himself, once again, getting lost in their hypnotic sway. There had always been something so inciting to him about fire — the beauty of it, yet the destruction it was capable of always just twinkling beyond the captivating twists.

The sudden sound of a light step began to echo throughout the stagnant silence Sebastian found himself in, pulling his focus away from the dancing flames, choosing instead to watch the entrance to the common from the staircase, a drop of hope bubbled in his stomach as he sat up a little straighter and picked up his book, as if to seem like he was unable to sleep; instead of sitting, waiting for y/n to return. The footsteps were soft, almost imperceptible, like the gentle patter of raindrops on a windowpane. They echoed through the dimly lit room, creating a rhythm that seemed to reverberate through the very air. It was as if the very walls of the castle were whispering secrets, hinting at the arrival of someone who could provide answers to the questions that had been swirling in his mind.

"Sebastian?" a voice asked, barely a whisper, barely rising above the gentle lull of the crackling hearth. The soft patter of approaching footsteps punctured the quiet, drawing nearer to where Sebastian sat, engulfed in his thoughts.

"What are you doing up so late? I didn’t expect anyone to be up." y/n inquired, her voice laced with a hint of worry as she settled onto the sofa opposite him. The faint glow of the embers cast a warm light upon her face, revealing the fatigue etched into her features.

Sebastian lightly shook his head, placing his book atop the disarray of parchment. "Sleep eluded me, so I thought to come down here, see if I can make a dent in Sharp’s assignment" he replied, his tone carefully measured to hide the deceit. He hoped the flickering shadows would hide the concern that he felt was all too apparent in his eyes. "Let's not dwell on just my sleeping habits," he deftly redirected, his gaze intently studying her, "You're the one cutting it close, aren't you? Classes in a few hours, and here you are. I'd wager you not making it to our morning classes tomorrow." A strained chuckle escaped him as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, bridging the distance between them.

Her response was uncharacteristically delayed, and when it came, it didn’t come with its usual excitement. She drew in a breath, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames that seemed to ensnare her reflection in their fiery ballet. Her hands moved in a subtle, self-comforting gesture, leaving a hint of an inner turmoil that she hadn’t confided in him.

A flicker of movement drew his attention to a slender cut marring her face—a wound that was unveiled as she turned towards the fire, how he didn’t notice it the second she had joined him escaped him, it bothered him that he hadn’t seen it straight away, he almost felt guilty. His instinct urged him to reach out, to bridge the gap and address the injury that seemed to scream for attention. Yet he restrained himself, settling back into the shadows with a quiet resolve. "When she's ready, she'll confide in me," he told himself, the thought more a plea to convince himself rather than a conviction.

"I… I was out with Highwing," y/n finally murmured, her voice a soft echo in the room. "There was… something I had to tend to, a matter related to the trials. We encountered some poachers, a couple of goblins—nothing more." But her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths, and Sebastian's intuition screamed in silent alarm deep within him.

The crackling fire no longer commanded her attention as she turned to gauge Sebastian's reaction, searching his face for signs of doubt. She hoped he'd let the matter slide, and as if sensing her silent plea, he simply nodded, acceptance flickering in his eyes. "You know, if there's anyone capable of giving poachers a run for their money, it's you, y/n," Sebastian remarked, the softness in his smile reaching his eyes.

Her response was a half-hearted echo of his grin, her eyes locking with his for a fleeting moment. "Thanks, Sebastian. It means a lot, you know? Having someone believe in me when everything here is still so relatively new," she murmured, the vulnerability in her voice brushing against the silent space between them.

Sebastian's chuckle broke through the heaviness, his smile widening, a shared moment of lightness taking the edge off his earlier worry. "Not believe in you? Come on, you had me outmatched from day one. Anyone who can do that is destined for greatness." His words teetered on the edge of sentimentality, and he quickly steered the conversation back with a playful challenge. "But, since I've been demoted to second-best, courtesy of you, you owe me an adventure. It's only fair, right?"

There was a teasing tone to his voice, but behind it lay his sincere desire to join her, not just for the thrill, but to ensure her safety—something he couldn't admit just yet.

The suggestion drew a soft, airy laugh from her as she rose to her feet, sidestepping the deeper implication of his words. "Next time, maybe, Sallow," she deflected with a lightness she didn't feel, sensing the undercurrents of concern that both of them were dancing around. "But for now, I'm off to bed. We've got Hecat first thing, and you better not be up all night either. Promise me you'll get some rest too?" "Promise," Sebastian nodded, the care in her voice buoying him a touch, though it couldn't fully brush off the thought of her concealed injuries. "Go on, then. Get some sleep, y/n. I'll meet you here in the morning before class."

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The next day had come all too soon, the cool morning breeze wisped around the castle grounds as the rising sun’s glow cascaded over every inch it could touch. A fragment of the golden glow broke through the dark water that sloshed against the large windows within the common room — causing the room to have more of a glow than usual.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, the freshly made bedding underneath trapped between her fingers as she pulled and twisted at the thick fabric subconsciously, deep in her thoughts; she felt almost glued to the bed, her eyes stuck focused on one point on the floor in front of her as her thoughts ran rampant within her.

The sleep that she had promised Sebastian hadn’t come as she had hoped, instead, she had spent the last of the night tossing and turning, arguing with her inner thoughts, overthinking every detail and thought that crossed her mind.

She would love nothing more than to have Sebastian come with her, to have Sebastian by her side every time she left the castle, but she knew that no matter what; great danger would always be waiting right around the corner for her — not a single situation so far had proven anything different. She wondered if she would be able to live with herself if anything happened to Sebastian, but what didn’t cross her mind — Would Sebastian be able to live with himself if something happened to her and he wasn’t there to help her? Or save her?

Her racing thoughts were interrupted by the heavy dormitory door being pushed open and spoke a voice, causing her to jump from her sitting position and almost out of her skin. “Aren’t you coming y/n?” said the voice as a head peaked through the door, the head of Imelda Reyes. “You know Sallow is waiting for you down there, he seems to be under the impression you aren’t coming to class.” she continued, entering the room. “You know how Sebastian is… Not a man with a lot of patience, now is he.” y/n replied swiftly, hoping to avoid discussion as to why Sebastian thought as much, the last thing she needed was someone else asking questions.

Imelda waited for y/n as she grabbed her robes and wand she had left on her beside the locker before following Imelda out of the dormitory and down the winding hallway that led to the common room. The two girls walked in silence, the only sound being their steps across the metal flooring mixed with the light morning chatter of sleepy students coming from the common room some distance away. “What are you doing tonight?” Imelda asked suddenly, catching y/n off guard. “Tonight? Why?” y/n responded without turning to look at Imelda, her brain suddenly coming up with all types of scenarios, her anxiety slightly spiked as she waited for Imelda to spit out her reasoning.

“Well, you’re the only one who feels like a competition out on the pitch y/n, you’re getting better. You can almost keep up with me, so even though Quidditch is cancelled this year, maybe you wouldn’t mind helping me practice? I need someone who pushes me… Anyone else and it would be too easy… You’ll get some experience out of it too, and you might be ready for Quidditch tryouts next year.” Imelda quickly blurted out, completely unaware of how laced with ego her words were, but y/n knew it wasn’t intentional. Imelda wasn’t afraid to let people know she knew what her strengths were, and she never downplayed them for anyone, and that was something y/n admired in her.

“I really wish I could Imelda” y/n said softly as they cascaded down the steps and towards where Sebastian and Ominis sat talking between themselves. “I haven’t gotten around to Sharp’s assignment yet, and I haven’t gotten a chance for Hecat’s assignment yet either, I wish I could help you out, Imelda but I just don’t have the time tonight.” y/n finished, throwing Sebastian a pleading look once she realised he was watching them approach. “Well, what about this weekend? Any assignments we get today won't take the whole weekend to do” Imelda continued, stopping in her tracks once they reached the couches where the boys sat. Imelda perched herself on the arm of the couch, her eyes bore into y/n’s, almost as if she was trying to get into y/n’s mind to make her agree, but before she could even give Imelda an answer, Sebastian had realised the conversation y/n was trying to wiggle out of, knowing she couldn’t tell Imelda the truth.

“I mean, she would love to help you Imelda, but we’ve got plans this weekend, so unfortunately you might have to pick one of the other students, even if they don’t hold a candle to y/n’s skill” Sebastian said as he walked over to stand beside y/n,  a smile on his face which y/n returned with a soft smile, grateful for his swift thinking. Imelda opened her mouth quickly to argue with Sebastian, probably to say how practising for Quidditch next year is more important, but Ominis was the next person to protest against Imelda’s arguments; but not for the same reason as Sebastian—Ominis simply didn’t want to listen to their conversation.

“You know Imelda, maybe more people would want to practice with you if you didn’t speak down to them and act as if you were a gift from Merlin himself. You’ve no chance of changing their minds, you’ll learn, as well as I, that there’s no changing their minds once they’ve decided something, together.” The way Ominis spoke left a feeling of bubbling guilt between Sebastian and y/n as they exchanged looks. Was that really what Ominis thought? Y/n began to worry that her and Sebastian’s adventures so far were driving a wedge between Ominis and Sebastian, the last thing she would want would be to cause a rift between the two lifelong best friends, but a nudge to her arm pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up to meet Sebastian’s gaze. He just shook his head lightly, indicating for her to not start overthinking Ominis’ words.

Imelda rolled her eyes at what Ominis had to say, but she didn’t have a retort for him; instead, she turned her attention back to y/n and Sebastian. “Well. Enjoy your adventures. Don’t come crying to me when you need someone to fly with y/n” The snark from Imelda was natural, something anyone who knew her was used to; even y/n already understood despite her short time at the school. “Oh, Imelda you know that’s not-” y/n began to speak, but Imelda was quick to shut her down, her willingness to talk back to y/n but not Ominis didn’t go unnoticed. “Save it, I don’t have time. Some of us have actual responsibilities. I’ll see you in class.” Imelda snapped as she turned to leave, her nose turning even more upwards than it had been in its natural position, leaving the three friends in silence.

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“She’s going to kill me the next time I turn down practising with her.” y/n said as she walked with the two boys towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she knew she’d definitely get an earful from Hecat over not having the assignments, so being late wasn’t an option. “Surely the girl who beat me at Crossed Wands can put up a fight against Imelda unless she had something to hide about our duel..? Maybe, Felix Felicis?” Sebastian said, turning his head and giving her a look, a sly smile on his face. Anyone who didn’t know him would think this was a real accusation, that he was genuinely accusing her of cheating in their match—but his two closest friends knew it was just lighthearted banter.

“Oh please Sebastian, you know I didn’t know how to brew Felix Felicis back then, tell him Ominis, I won fair and square.” y/n said, looking between the two boys. “She’s not wrong Sebastian, she had only just gotten to Hogwarts, she probably didn't even know that potion existed. She won out of skill, like she said, fair and square” Ominis said tauntingly, getting a scoff from Sebastian. “Well, she’s had actual help and time with professors to learn! Oh, leave it..” Sebastian finally said defeatedly. He would have been annoyed at what Ominis was saying if it hadn’t been about y/n, hearing that he just wasn’t good enough to win did sting him a bit.

They left the warmth of the castle, the cool autumn breeze ran over the friends as they made their way through the grounds of Hogwarts. As they crossed the Viaduct courtyard, y/n noticed the decorations that seemingly appeared overnight. Cobwebs seemed to be hanging on arches, doorways and corners, pumpkins lay strewn about in a range of sizes. Even the smaller decorations and candles had seemingly been placed in such a fashion that it almost transformed the feeling of Hogwarts, even in the morning time.

“Well, those little house elves were hard at work last night,” Sebastian said looking around at their passing surroundings as they crossed over the Viaduct Bridge. “They’re always hard at work… They never get a break.” Ominis muttered, his voice low. The two other friends exchanged glances, knowing where Ominis’ sudden attitude change came from. For a Gaunt, Ominis’ views were unheard of.

The Gaunt’s were cruel.

They were descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself, their heritage and lineage were of utmost importance to them. They had no time for Half-Bloods, and most definitely no respect for Muggle-Born witches and wizards. When it came to house elves, they were no different. They viewed the elves as nothing more than what their purpose served, and at that, there was no respect. Violence was common, physically and verbally, and that didn’t stop at house elves… Their obsession with blood purity, obsession with the Dark Arts,  their sadistic ‘hobbies’ Ominis hated everything about their beliefs and what they did, choosing to have his own set of beliefs instead. Any time Ominis spoke about his family, it was never positive. Y/n knew there was more to his story, but she didn’t want to press him about his family and the Dark Arts; knowing the subject would be sensitive.

Y/n hated hearing her friends sound anyway upset, she racked her brain for something to say, to maybe comfort him somehow. “I agree Ominis” she said, placing her hand lightly on his arm as they continued into the Astronomy Wing of Hogwarts. “..but Hogwarts is the best place for them. If they were left to their old masters, who knows what could happen to them.” her voice matched the soft, sensitive nature of the conversation. However, as soon as her hand reached his arm, Sebastian had become all too aware of it. A strange feeling started brewing inside of him as he watched and listened to them. Was he jealous? Was her hand on his arm more than a friendly touch? Sebastian’s mind filled with questions, questions fueled by his sudden jealousy. “I know, I know, but there’s not much comfort in knowing they are still being worked to death,” Ominis spoke glumly, y/n looked sympathetic towards his feelings, and Sebastian wanted to know why it bothered him so. “That’s all they know Ominis, at least they’re safe here..” y/n  said, her hand dropping from his arm, not knowing what else to say to ease Ominis’ pointed feelings on the topic. Sebastian felt calmed when her hands dropped to her sides, but now he had to face the fact he was jealous, and over such a small thing. They walked in silence up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, unsure of where to take the conversation after it hit such a sensitive tone.

“Hecat’s going to have my head you know.” y/n said trying to divert the conversation, and their moods. Sebastian and Ominis both let out a small laugh at her sudden statement. “You didn’t finish your assignment?” Ominis asked, almost as if he was disappointed in her. Y/n shook her head as they crossed the marble flooring and up the right staircases and corridors to reach Hecat’s classroom. “Well, someone was out all night causing trouble,” Sebastian said giving y/n a knowing look, a slight smirk played on his face. “Maybe she will let me hand it in late? If I tell her some of what I was doing? Surely she’d understand right” y/n asked, unsure of how Hecat would handle the situation.

Ominis just shrugged before he spoke, “I wouldn’t know. I like to get my assignments in on time.” y/n just smiled before rolling her eyes, “Gee, thanks Ominis. That is a great help” she said jokingly. Sebastian took the situation a little more seriously, since he knew more than Ominis about what she had been doing.*

“What are you going to tell her?” Sebastian asked, looking down at her. “What if you just tell her you were out gathering supplies or something, and you got into some trouble? She can’t disprove it, and it’s not really a lie, you’re just… withholding the full story. Plus, you still have that cut on your face still too so surely she’ll believe you..” Sebastian said in a hushed voice, genuinely trying to help her situation. A sigh left her as they approached the classroom, “I guess we’ll find out won’t we..” She said, opening the classroom door and entering, Sebastian and Ominis behind her.

As usual, they were the last few students to walk in besides a couple of stragglers that waltzed in after them. The class was lively, chatter coming from every direction as students spoke among themselves. Ominis walked and took his usual seat in the middle of the class, not bothering to speak to anyone, instead just preparing his belongings for class, the thought of his family heavy on his mind again. Sebastian perched himself on top of his desk at the back of the class, preparing for the incoming babble and nonsense as he watched Garreth Weasley approach him. y/n on the other hand made a direct beeline for the steps up to Professor Hecat’s study, repeating the excuse in her brain. She knocked on the door lightly and it was just a few seconds before the door opened and a voice spoke gently. “Come in, come in” said the older voice, y/n followed her instructions and walked into the little room above the classroom. “Professor Hecat, would you have a few moments?” y/n asked, her voice unwavering but she was still nervous nonetheless.

Hecat turned from the array of books she was sorting, directing her attention fully to y/n. “Of course, what is it Ms. y/l/n?” Hecat asked, raising an eyebrow slightly at the girl's words, stepping closer to her student. “I, I don’t have the assignment Professor” y/n said while looking at the ground, she looked up at her professor before continuing; “I intended to finish it last night but-” Hecat cut swiftly across her sentence; “but you thought you could come with excuses instead of the assigned work?” Hecat asked, her hands crossing over themselves in front of her. Hecat examined her student’s reaction to her words, suddenly noticing the mark on y/n’s cheek. “Merlin, what happened to you child? You’re hurt” Hecat said almost in a distressed voice, y/n simply just continued on her ramble in hopes Hecat would let her finish. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Professor. While I was out, we came across a poacher camp. I couldn’t leave without doing something, and I understand my studies are important..” y/n spoke fast, but Hecat listened to every word, just as y/n hoped; she prayed Hecat would understand the excuse she had, considering Hecat’s past of fighting poachers.

“But with all due respect Professor, I won’t let poachers or any other horrible person get away with their actions just so I can do an assignment” The words came from her before she even could think about them, it was kind of what she wanted to say; but it came across a lot more disrespectful than she expected, or so she thought.

Hecat’s face remained stoic as she took in her student's last few words, giving the impression that she was not happy. Suddenly a small smile cracked across her face as she looked at y/n. Hecat had not expected such a valid excuse in her mind, never mind expect such with passion, conviction and sincerity. Hecat merely nodded, her smile never once fading now. “I’ll give you until our next lesson, I see no reason to punish you for something I would have done as a student, someone’s got to do something about that lot,” Hecat said, her voice was light now, almost as if what y/n had said to her reminded her of herself.

“Thank you Professor” y/n said as she turned around to leave the study, unsure of what else to say; this wasn’t the outcome she had expected. She reached just outside the door, on the balcony looking down at the class, her eyes instantly looked at Sebastian. Her heart began to race slightly as she realised he was looking directly back at her, ignoring whatever nonsense Garreth was spewing at him. Hecat’s voice calling her pulled her attention back from Sebastian, turning around once more to face the Professor. “Oh and Miss y/l/n? Next time you decide to take on poachers, be prepared. Never go wrong with carrying some essence of dittany with you as well as your usual potions” She took Hecat’s words seriously, nodding once again at the older woman. “Of course Professor, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” 

Y/n made her way back down the short flight of steps and across the classroom as she ran through the thoughts of how lucky she had gotten with Hecat, how lucky she had gotten that Hecat saw some of the young student in herself. She took a seat beside Sebastian, letting out a sigh of relief as she sank back into her chair. “I see you’ve still got your head.” Sebastian laughed, turning to look at her. “She was… Okay with it. I told her about the poachers and that seemed to work in my favour.” y/n  said, the worry that was present in her voice before class was now gone, finally able to think of more important things than an assignment. The class passed by relatively slowly, but no student was surprised. Even in such an interesting class, theoretical studies were always dragging time along, seemingly never-ending. So once Hecat dismissed the class, students almost threw themselves out of the door to get to their next class in hopes that whatever was next was more lively.

Ominis left the class without a word to anyone, leaving Sebastian and y/n to throw each other worried glances. They knew better than to follow Ominis and hunt him for answers as to what was wrong, instead, they gathered their belongings and made their way from Hecat’s classroom, making their way back down to the Potions classroom.

“So, about our adventure,” Sebastian said, the two walking side by side across the hallways, they moved slightly every now and then when another student, or group, pushed their way past. “I was thinking we could go tonight, I don’t have much to get done and I’m sick of being in this castle.” Sebastian’s words were filled with hope, and something else that she couldn’t put her finger on.

“I don’t know Sebastian I-”

“Oh come on y/n, I’m not some fragile little thing that’ll get hurt the second we leave, I can defend myself you know.” Sebastian’s voice didn’t have its usual joking tone to it, causing y/n to look up at him while they walked.

“I never said you were Sebastian, I know you can but-” He cut her off again. “So it’s decided then. Tonight, we’re going on an adventure.” Sebastian’s voice was light again as he spoke, basically telling her rather than asking now. “Fine Sebastian. But we’re doing it my way. There’s something I have to do, so promise me you won’t do something reckless?” her words were serious, and a tone of defeat was lingering in her voice. “I promise y/n, we’ll do it your way.”

She didn’t know if he was being honest or just telling her what she wanted to hear, but she had accepted it, knowing Sebastian would not let it go, not until he got to come along with her. ‘This is the last thing I need..’' she thought to herself, as she mulled over the fact that any task would only be made more difficult with Sebastian there, his tendency to charge in guns blazing all of the time left little space for plans to be executed with stealth and precision was something y/n knew could be an issue and could possibly jeopardize the task at hand.

They walked the rest of the way to Potions without talking anymore about the topic, instead just talking together like normal friends, no talk of dark magic, no talk of danger or poachers, no dark wizards' name even graced their lips… It was something she wished was more common, but between her life and her friends that she held close; having a ‘normal’ friendship was off the cards. Between her two best friends, one a Gaunt who defied his family’s expectations, and the other with a longing for dark magic and power, she knew that the current flow of normal conversation wouldn’t last long; the trio were anything but regular students of Hogwarts.

Sebastian, Ominis and y/n all chose the same workstation, each friend on each side of the large table between them, a collection of cauldrons, ingredients and vials laid strewn about on every table; chatter was lively in the class as the students worked on their potions. Professor Sharp walked around the room, his injured leg causing his steps to falter occasionally as he made his rounds, not affected in the slighest. He inspected everyone’s potions, some gaining compliments; others causing him to say nothing more than a grunt before moving to the next. Ominis avoided joining much of the conversation as y/n and Sebastian discussed their plan for that night, y/n on the other hand didn’t delve too into detail about what she had to do, not wanting to speak about it in such a busy environment.

The potions class seemed to fly by relatively fast, some students received praise for their attempts at the potions; other students would have been lucky to be ignored by Sharp. One of those unlucky few students being Garreth Weasley. The trio looked up as they heard Sharp clear his voice as he approached Garreth, who was standing by his cauldron. The potion Garreth had brewed seemed to stench up the class the longer it brewed, the mixture seemed to expand in the cauldron before it swelled up; a large bubble formed on the top; shaping into a hand that seemed to reach for saving from the dreadful potion — the desperate potion’s stretched hand deflated with an amusing “poof”, the sound it made seemed like the last painful exhale from something that had been holding onto the last few seconds of it’s life before letting out that last, pathetic sound.

Garreth’s failure earned him a deep frown from Sharp. “Mr. Weasley, I cannot keep repeating myself. Please follow the instructions that are provided to you and refrain from your own… concoctions. You may yet still have time to pass this class and prove you’re not a failure. Please keep your own ‘potions’ for when you have mastered the simplest, yes?” Sharp said as he looked down at the ginger boy who was fighting off a frown of his own from falling upon his freckled cheeks.

Sebastian, Ominis and y/n couldn’t help but chuckle amongst themselves once they heard Professor Sharp’s words and watched Garreth’s attempt at the potion dissolve the shape it had taken and recoiled back into the large cauldron. 

Professor Sharp had taken notice of the three best friends joking amongst themselves as he made his way towards their shared table, not failing to compliment Amit’s potion to a high extent as he passed by the table Amit shared with Garreth and Poppy— Amit always had a way of succeeding, even if it wasn’t a strength of his. He held himself to a high standard within his classes, so it was no surprise that this class was no exception.

The three friends subdued their light laughs and mutterings towards each other the closer that Sharp got, turning their attention back to the potions that had sat in front of them. Sharp didn’t speak a word as he made his way around the table, glancing at each of their brewings intently. They stood and almost held their breath — hoping that their potions, at minimum, were passable. A thoughtful ‘hmm’ left Professor Sharp as he stood up a little straighter after studying their potions. “For three who seemed most interested in watching others, you haven’t disappointed me completely” Sharp said in his usual indifferent tone, his eyes flittering between Ominis, Sebastian and y/n. “Next time, please pay attention to your own cauldrons and not other students,” Sharp said bluntly, causing y/n and Sebastian to look at each other. Professor Sharp turned his attention to Ominis fully now; “Well done Mr. Gaunt, I assume you’ve been practising? This potion is well brewed — Ten points to Slytherin.” Sharp said before he turned and made his way back to his desk. Sebastian and y/n turned to Ominis, a smile on each of their faces. Ominis hadn’t been the best at potions — but he was determined to overcome the struggle that came along with the class due to the pressure he applied to himself. A satisfied smile came across Ominis’ face upon hearing Sharp's words. A sense of contentment washed over Ominis as one of two friends spoke; “Nice work Ominis, I guess we should probably practice too” y/n said with a chuckle, genuinely happy that her friend managed to overcome a hurdle that he too often struggled with.

Luck had been on their side as the three had received compliments on their potions, clearly showing they had some skill when it came to the careful craft, but Professor Sharp didn’t hesitate to let them know they still were not up to his high-held standards, that they still had some growing to do within the area.

Once the class had tidied away their potions and cauldrons, returning ingredients and books to their rightful place, the rest of the day passed with surprising ease. Most of the classes seemed to pass swiftly, and the friends were not about to complain about that — all complaints had been reserved for their History of Magic class. The class dragged on as Professor Binns’ dull, monotone voice filled the room. The odd student took notes, and paid attention to the dry words that left the ghost professor's mouth, the rest of the students feigned interest. Some students watched Binns float as he lectured on, staring through the transparent man, and some passed notes (taking full advantage of the professor’s obliviousness). Sebastian sat with his head resting on his hand; his eyes fighting to stay open. Ominis sat in silence, his gaze turned towards the window as he let Binns’ lecture float by his ears — his mind elsewhere. Y/n’s energy to the class was not much different, her body language showed she was listening intently to Binns’ words, but rather her mind was somewhere else — somewhere far away.

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As nightfall came, the usual hustle and bustle of the castle quietened down, most students now working on assignments, while others wandered about the castle or loitered around talking to friends. The only chaotic noises to break the relaxed environment and subdued chatter came when some of the ghosts of Hogwarts flew past, Peeves was tormenting a couple of first years,  and the usual screams and shouts of Eddie Cleaver rang through the halls as he wisped past.

Outside of the castle, the Halloween decorations came even more to life, the candles cast their golden, warm hue upon parts of dark passageways, corners of the courtyards, casting an a beautiful but ominous glow over the decorated areas — the aura hanging on each of the old stones of the castle radiated halloween charm.

Where festive scenes were lacking, there was one student, beyond the walls of the castle, beyond the care of Halloween decorations. Flying above the Forbidden Forest was a large creature with a small figure on its back. The autumn breeze blew past y/n as she perched on Highwing, she took in every sight below her, taking advantage of her high vantage point. She knew this task wasn’t going to be easy, she knew this was where danger truly lay. Highwing and the girl made their way lower to the ground before Highwing began to gracefully saunter through the forest, the creature knew of every twist and turn within the treacherous forest. Y/n’s senses were on high alert as all sorts of noises happened around her, but she and the Hippogriff continued on, not willing to be shaken or have her focus thrown off.

Back in the safety of Hogwarts, Sebastian stood outside of the Slytherin common room, frustration bubbling in him. Y/n had been an hour late meeting him and it bothered him deeply. He marched briskly up the steps leading to the main part of the castle, praying in his mind that she would be around the corner — though his silent pleas had not been answered. Instead when he rounded the corner, to his surprise, he saw Ominis sitting on one of the seats near the entrance to the library, his wand in hand and a rather thick book in the other.

“Sebastian? What are you doing here?” his voice was confused as his attention to the book he held dropped. “I thought you were going on your adventure?” Ominis’ voice was heavy, his tone dropping at the last word. “I was but, Y/n. She was meant to meet me outside the common room an hour ago. I’ve been looking all over for her.” Sebastian sighed, approaching his friend. “What?” Ominis asked bluntly, suddenly a tone shifted in his voice to slight concern. “Sebastian, she left already. I passed her before she as she was on her way, she said you were meeting near the forest.” Ominis finished his sentence, the genuine concern now present in his voice. “She said what?! She intentionally left without me? And lied? Why-” Sebastian was now full of emotions, a mix of worry, concern and a tinge of anger that she would lie to him, that she would leave him behind; Sebastian’s thoughts and emotions were then flickering all over the place.

“You don’t think, do you, Sebastian? She doesn’t want to drag you into trouble, or danger.” Ominis said knowingly, and he was right, she didn’t want to but Sebastian in any dangerous, or stupid, situation — but this logic didn’t sit with Sebastian in the slightest. “So it’s okay for her to run towards danger alone but not with me?” Sebastian’s voice showed all of his emotions at once, causing Ominis’ eyebrows to rise and a sigh to leave him before he spoke.

“She just doesn’t want you getting hurt Sebastian.”

“And I don’t want her getting hurt, but she doesn’t care about what I want, so why should I care about her wanting to go it alone?” Sebastian had a good point that even Ominis couldn’t argue against, and Ominis didn’t argue his friends point; instead what he spoke next was the quite opposite.

“Then go after her Sebastian, she was heading to the forest. She seemed flustered when we met, she was quite anxious…” Those were all the words Sebastian needed for his mind to decide his next course of action. “I’ll talk to you later Ominis,” Sebastian said as he turned on his heel and began to jog briskly from his friend before he began to run towards the large doors that were at the end of the large hall, every fibre of his being told him something was wrong.

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Y/n was quiet and careful with every step she took. Her wand was held tightly in her hand, ready for anything. She took note of the surroundings, seeing what she could use to her advantage. Just on the edge of where the poachers set up camp, was a clearing, giving a view of the night’s starry sky over the hill’s ledge. She thought about being able to cast the poachers off the steep edge that looked over the forest, she took note of where the forestry ended, the last thing she would want is to end up burning down an entire magical forest. To her advantage, the trees stopped just before the encampment, allowing for the use of fire spells; a favourite of y/n’s.

She watched from behind the bushes as poachers spoke to each other about plans, not knowing of the student who lurked not far from their camp. She stepped quietly across an opening in the trees, Highwing not far from her. Highwing’s safety was a major concern to her, even in such a tense moment. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to the creature.

“What will we do with the egg?” said a poacher, y/n’s head snapped around the tree to get a better view. “Cage it, don’t know if it’ll hatch. Keep it safe. That’s a lot of money.” said another poacher with a laugh, y/n’s stomach twisted at the sound of capturing and selling any creature or egg. “How d’ya reckon they managed to capture that beast ‘nyway? Nowt’ easy ‘bout a Horntail, ‘n’ bet a few of ‘em ended up crispy” said a poacher who sat by the fire that burned in the middle of the camp. There were a few tents set up around the area, all around the fire. Cages were all over the ground, some empty, and a couple contained little Nifflers that looked terrified, Y/N’s heart cracked as she saw the full scene, but her mind was now in overdrive.

A Horntail? Captured? How? This added a whole new layer to everything going on, added something else that she felt that she needed to take care of. The thoughts of her initial reasoning for being out that night swarmed her mind, now with the added stress of releasing the Nifflers and a dragon egg. Her mind spun with solutions to the situation that seemingly got more dire the longer it dragged on.

She couldn’t stand there anymore, looking at the creatures and listening to the horrible conversations between the poachers.

As poachers continued to talk about the dragon amongst themselves, y/n  made her way closer to the camp, taking a mental note of where every poacher was located. She glanced back at Highwing who stood proudly in the shadows, the Hippogriff took another step forward. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, afraid Highwing would catch the attention of the poachers. ‘I should have never brought her’ y/n thought to herself, swearing at her own stupidity and recklessness, thinking now she may have put Highwing in danger too — that Highwing would draw attention. Thankfully, as if Highwing would read her mind, the creature didn’t make a sound, and y/n pressed on, relieved.

She noticed a lone poacher close to her, his back turned to the student. She closed the gap between them while raising her wand, a whisper then left her lips, only loud enough for the incantation to work; “petrificus totalus”

The lone poacher seized up as if frozen before his body dropped to the ground. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief once he was down, ready to approach the rest of the camp. She took note of the three poachers that were left, thinking to herself; “only three, okay..” She had dealt with more than three poachers in the past, so this didn’t cause her any concern. Instead of taking a tactful approach, she took advantage of how little poachers were at the camp.

She leapt from the shadows pointing her wand directly at the poacher that sat by the fire. “Depulso!” she shouted, a blast of light came from her wand, directly hitting the poacher and sending him flying into the high burning fire that once provided a source of warmth for the poachers — and now it was being used for their demise. His screams filled the air, even as his body was engulfed in the flames, his screams were still audible but now mixing with the sound of the fire crackling in an attempt to break down the foreign mass of skin and bone that had been forced into its core.

The remaining two poachers were suddenly caught off guard as turned to see her standing there, her Hogwarts robes billowing in the breeze that drifted by — but the robes were  a dead giveaway as to who she was, a situation she had not predicted happening. “You!!” shouted a poacher, his wand quickly got drawn as he got prepared to fight. “Confringo!” came from the poacher, a burst of fire headed straight for y/n, she quickly rolled out of the way, barely missing the intense attack that had been directed at her.

Her heart began to beat faster, and she realised she made a mistake wearing her robes; now giving everyone a sign that she was the student causing trouble for them, the student that Rookwood was pursuing rather intently. She ran across the camp, firing at both poachers but neither seemed to b giving up or dropping anytime soon. Neither she nor the poachers gave up their relentless casts, and the situation only seemed more dire when a couple of more figures started approaching. Y/n noticed this and she panicked, causing her to almost get hit with a powerful cast of Reducto that someone just fired at her.

“Highwing!” she yelled, not seising her casts or wand movements once, “Get out of here! GO!” she screamed at the Hippogriff to leave her behind, knowing if more poachers came that they wouldn’t hesitate to try take the creature — or worse. Highwing hesitated, watching the student who cared for her so much fight off the oncoming attack from multiple directions. “NOW HIGHWING!” y/n screamed, her voice breaking as she deflected a jinx hurling towards her. Highwing didn’t take another second before sprinting out of the forest, understanding the urgency of the situation. The Hippogriff’s heart was now beating fast as she ran back through the forest and towards the school — hoping to catch someone’s attention, anyones attention that could help.

Y/n kept fighting and dodging curses, not stopping for a second. She knew if she didn’t put her everything into this, she wouldn’t be coming out of this fight, not alive anyway.

“Reducto!” she got a hit on a poacher that was moving closer to her, the man suddenly burst into nothing but ash that lingered in the air before settling on the ground, every atom of the poacher was simply reduced to nothing but specks of grey that settled on the ground where he once stood.

Despite her success so far, it had seemed to her as if every time one poacher went down, another appeared in the last’s stead. Frustration began building in her as she did everything she could to try to keep her mind focused on the fight, but as soon as she found it, the focus was snatched away with blunt force. Y/n’s full attention was pulled from the fight by a swirling stream of purple smoke that twisted its way to the ground, as the smoke dissapated, y/n got a clear view of who had just joined the fight, and the stakes were raised tenfold when she realised who had just joined the fight. “You’re the little bitch Rookwood wants!” shouted a scratchy female voice, the insult cutting through the air like a knife.

Ashwinders…

Y/n cast a quick protego shield as the poachers kept their attack going, she knew she had to get out of this and fast. Her mind ran through spells, jinxes, curses anything that would give her a leg up on the competition now but it seemed almost impossible, her knowledge finally halted her, leaving her with little choice. She kept letting off fire spells one after another, the bombardment somewhat helped the odds of the fight be in her favour for a moment — just a moment. A familiar swirling sound was light upon y/n’s ears. She forced herself to pay no heed to the sound, until a second purple tornado-like smoke appeared before spreading. Once the violet smoke disappeared, in it’s wake stood another Ashwinder, this one seemingly larger than the first.

“Petrificus totalus!” shouted the new Ashwinder, this time a male voice came from the Duelist. He landed a perfect hit on her without much effort, causing her entire body to freeze up. She had lost complete control of her body as her wand fell from her hand and landed by her feet. She was completely defenceless. She screamed obscenities in her mind, unable to open her mouth even the slightest bit. She was done for. Her body didn’t even have a chance to fall and hit the ground before another spell was cast at her now statue-like body. “Wingardium Leviosa!”

She was at the complete mercy of the Ashwinders and the last remaining poachers, the poachers were clearly exhausted from the fight, retreating away from the duelist who now walked closer to the camp. The Ashwinder that cast the Levitation charm pulled y/n closer to them as they closed the distance, leaving her suspended in the air, frozen, unable to defend herself. “Do you realise how much of a nuisance you’ve been? How many problems you’ve caused for us?!” screamed the male of the duellists, his voice was full of venom and hatred, and at that moment y/n truly feared for her life.

“Well no more! No more stupid little brats thinking they can stop us!” the Ashwinder controlling her lowered Y/n so he could stare directly into her eyes as he spoke with his cruel voice. Y/n had no option but to listen, to hang onto every word spat at her.

The looming female Ashwinder began walking towards her accomplice and the frozen student. Once again the scratchy, female voice spoke while stepping up to the suspended girl; “…and when your little friends hear about how we tortured you, how you begged for your life before we ripped you to shreds, they’ll learn not to interfere. They’ll learn their place. Like Rookwood says, ‘Children should be seen and not heard’” the female Ashwinder continued in her vicious, venom-laced voice. The Ashwinders were wholly and completely unaware of the tiny bit of information she had just given y/n, and she knew exactly what she was going to do with it if she got out alive… Even in that moment, she forgot about the threat to her life; only thinking about what the female Ashwinder had just said, information that could help Sebastian and his sister. 'Children should be seen and not heard'

A poacher suddenly appeared, pulling an empty cage with him. The cage wasn’t much bigger than what a couple of Niffleres were in, but that wasn’t something that either the Ashwinders or poachers cared for. “Someone get a word to Rookwood! Tell him we got the little bitch.” said the female Ashwinder as she glanced at the cage, ideas running rampant through her head. “..until then, we’ll have some fun, wont we girl?.” Y/n was suddenly dropped to the ground, but her still frozen body was then shoved into the cage, the girl left completely defenceless, completely overrun with terror.

The remaining poachers and the Ashwinders watched as y/n lay motionless in the cage, finding no amusement in the idea of caging her anymore, not when she couldn’t express her fear, not when she was quiet. Y/n saw the female duellist raise her wand once more, suddenly casting at y/n with something she couldn’t defend herself against; even if she had her wand.

“Crucio!”

There was a split second before the curse hit her that allowed her mind to register the curse and the bright green sparks that emanated from the tip of the Ashwinder’s wand.

The pain was unbearable, y/n’s body was no longer frozen; the Unforgivable Curse that was cast on her overpowered the weak-by-comparison charm. A searing pain washed over her entire body, feeling as if every inch of her skin was set on fire; it felt like a million cuts all over her body that were being cleaned with pure alcohol. The pain caused her to writhe in the cage, her body tensing and dropping, and tensing again. The only sound that came from her was sounds of pain, screams that pierced the night air rang out through the forest, the pain didn’t feel like it was ever going to stop and when it did, the relief didn’t last long before the curse was cast on her again, this time even more painful. Her screams reached a pitch she didn’t think possible, the screams were so bloodcurdling that they set her own hair on edge, anyone nearby surely would think there was a banshee wandering about.

She wanted to beg, to plead for them to stop, but the more she tried to make words come out, the more intense the pain soaring over her body got and the more she in turn screamed.

Some distance away, Sebastian walked towards the Forbidden Forest, his ears caught a scream, a scream that sent a shiver down his spine, and his blood ran cold when it broke through the air. “Y/N!” he said to himself, panic rushed over him as his feet began moving faster, Sebastian was now sprinting towards the sounds. He was so focused on following the directions of the screams and watching the ground for obstacles he had to divert around, that he didn’t notice the white creature heading toward him until it was too late.

His body fully collided with Highwings strong body, knocking him backwards. Highwing took notice of Sebastian and reared on her back legs, trying her best to signal him distress. He didn’t even think about standing back up, panic flooded his voice; “Highwing?!” he knew if Highwing was alone, those screams definitely came from y/n. Highwing was stressed, cries came from the creature, almost begging him to understand her as he stood back up to his feet, ensuring his wand was with him. “I know, I know Highwing! It’s okay, I’ll find her okay? I promise I’ll find her” he didn’t know if he was trying to convince himself or the Hippogriff that was in front of him. He stroked Highwing’s chest signalling for her to calm down, the intensity of the situation and his determination to save her made Highwing and Sebastian forget they hadn’t ever met properly, the Hippogriff uncharacteristically trusted him straight away.

“I need to go, I have to find her” Sebastian said hurriedly as he stepped away from her, continuing on his path to find y/n. Highwing let out a neigh before following him, she then overtook him as if to lead him to the poacher’s camp. He knew Highwing shouldn’t be near the poachers, but he wasn’t about to try to tell a Hippogriff what to do, especially not at such a critical time. Instead, he followed her heavy footsteps through the forest, winding around corners and trails after the Hippogriff.

Screams rang close by to where the boy and the creature, stopping them dead in their tracks, y/n was close by — quite close. “Please Highwing, stay here. Stay safe. I’ve got this.” Sebastian said in a nervous but confident voice. Highwing’s head bowed, acknowledging his wishes which took him by surprise.

The distinctive sound of screams disappeared, but only for a moment. The harsh Ashwinder’s voice was audible from where they stood. “CRUCIO!!” this time it was screamed with pure hatred. Sebastian instantly snapped his head in the direction of the camp, now knowing where exactly to go — his hastened steps taking him to the location of the screams.

Y/n wanted to beg, to plead for them to stop, but nothing but harrowing screams could leave her mouth, tears streamed down her face and she finally felt defeated; finally met her match. In that moment she wished for it to be over, wished for the pain to end at any cost, but it never did. The excruciating pain only ever stopped for a single moment until another round of the torture curse was thrust upon her. Y/n felt her mind drift from her, she was unable to think of anything anymore, unable to focus on anything but the pain; not even thoughts of Sebastian could break their way through the brutalising pain that the Ashwinders cast on her.

From out of the blue, an explosion erupted from the camp, debris from a tent flew in every direction. The remaining poachers and the male Ashwinder were the first ones to act in retaliation, turning their full attention to the cause of the explosion. The female Ashwinder on the other hand, kept her focus on y/n, clearly enjoying inflicting pain on the student — revelling in her screams and cries rather than the idea of joining in on the combat just yet.

Sebastian walked into the camp as debris fell around them, the fire that had caught on the tent fabric now burned intensely around them, but it didn’t bother Sebastian in the slightest. He didn’t so much as flinch as he stepped through stray flames on the ground, the fiery atmosphere seemed as if it motivated him even more. He was enraged. He set his sights on one of the poachers who was preparing an attack, but Sebastian was quicker. “Diffindo!” Sebastian’s cast caught the raggedy-looking poacher, the spell’s power sliced through the man as if it were a knife and he was just a sheet of paper, the poacher fell to a lifeless pile on the ground; his fatal injuries directly across his stomach that split him into two caused blood to run and stain the ground around him.

The female Ashwinder that had been intently torturing y/n looked up from the writhing and contorting girl in the cage, the anger radiating from the duelist was imminent, but Sebastian’s anger was more. “Oh look. One of your little friends has come to see the show,” spoke the raspy-voiced woman. Y/n’s eyes drifted towards the camp’s entrance, catching sight of Sebastian firing off at the surrounding poachers, making quick work of them. The Ashwinder considered her next course of action for a split second, toying with her options of joining in the fight or torturing the girl.

Just as the poachers dropped, two more swirls of purple smoke slammed into the ground, and Sebastian’s eyes snapped around the camp. He was determined to not let them get the better of them.  Once the female poacher realised there were more Ashwinders for reinforcement, she knew what she would do next, try and fluster the student who had just so brazenly walked into the camp, thinking he was a match for them. The ego of the student was something that the Ashwinders hated, that a student thought he would be a threat to them.

But that was the Ashwinder’s undoing.

Underestimating Sebastian Sallow and hurting the ones he cared for was one way to write your death, one way to bring your death upon you in whatever way he saw fit. He could be unforgiving, he could be just as cruel as them, if not more.

“Crucio!”

Another wave was sent over y/n, just as painful as the last. Her screams didn’t care for her wanting to hold them back, so she didn’t distract Sebastian, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even fight the pain, even when he was right in front of her. “Sebastian!” she screamed his name,she was surprised for just a moment that his name rang out through the air, yet she was unable to get anything else out as she continued to convulse in the cage, causing her to hit off of the small prison she had been put in. Sebastian’s attention was instantly drawn to where the scream came from. What he saw sent him into a rage, his mind no longer considering a rational approach. His focus was tied to the female Ashwinder, and y/n could almost swear she saw someone other than Sebastian through her tears. Someone to fear. Someone who didn’t care about the repercussions of the actions he would take. Sebastian raised his wand, his intentions so clearly stated in his mind that he didn’t even have to speak a word as he cast at the Ashwinder.

In a turn of events, karma came in the form of Sebastian, the Ashwinder that had been getting so much satisfaction from torturing y/n had folded to the ground, now letting out her screams of pain as she twisted and writhed around on the stone ground beneath her. Even in her own pain, even without him saying the incantation; y/n could tell that Sebastian cast crucio on the duelist. The power required to do such a thing, she knew right now Sebastian had one intent on his mind — but it didn’t bother her, for all of that moment when the crippling pain dissipated she had felt something she had not in some time — relief. Relief from no longer being tortured, and the relief that came with Sebastian’s arrival to the horrific situation she had gotten herself into.

He turned his attention to the now-gathering Ashwinders that cast all types at him from the edge of the cliff. Sebastian dodged and deflected the mixed hues of green and red that flew at him, a sudden power in him unlocking in the heat of the battle. Sebastian held his wand aloft, his eyes glinted with the power that was building within him. Y/n watched as Sebastian moved his wand so elegantly through the air, she was unable to make out what incantation he said, but within a moment she all but knew, and worry came over her in the form of a tsunami.

From the very tip of his wand came fire, but not bursts as he had been casting previously. Instead, it streamed from his wand, his eyes followed the growing stream as it formed shape above and around him.

From her confined space, y/n could feel the intensity that cracked through the air, as harsh as a leather whip that came from hell itself. As Sebastian’s concentration deepened, the once fiery twists that streamed from his wand began to writhe and twist with the movements of his wand, it’s chaos seemed to find order under his control, but how? The flames had a life of their own, as if with each breath Sebastian took, so did the flames; each breath bringing it more to life than the last.

“Sebastian, no!” y/n yelled, hoping that she could stop him from casting such a devastating spell, but it was too late.

The Fiendfyre’s colour was a deep, malignant crimson that seemed to bleed its ominous glow on everything around, casting everything in a hellish glow. The Ashwinders, who once underestimated him were momentarily halted by the spectacle, caused by a student no less. They watched in horror, and fascination, as the flames above Sebastian’s head began to form shape. The fire had begun to grow and take form as the shape of a head formed, followed by a long sinuous body and a flickering tongue. The Fiendfyre serpent, a terrifying sight to see, hung in the air as its body looped and coiled, as if ready to attack at any moment.

Despite the fear that built up within y/n, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. Fiendfyre was known for its destructive properties, synonymous with ruin and its desire to consume everything in its path; including the caster, but as she watched, rather than their surroundings burning to the ground around them, the two students included, it seemed to be controlled by Sebastian with eerie precision. Despite the fear that built up within y/n, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight that came to life in front of her. Y/n, (and Ominis), knew that Sebastian felt a certain way about the dark arts and dark magic, she knew it was something he desired to learn about, to know how it worked, even how to weild it; but she didn’t know his interest would go to this extent. Oh no, this was far beyond her comprehension.

What would Ominis think if he witnessed something so unbelievable? Something so… Incredible. Something told her that Ominis wouldn’t find it the same awe–inspiring spectacle that she did, that he wouldn’t ever be open to the beauty in anything dangerous or related to the Dark Arts.

It was a clear demonstration of Sebastian’s hidden depths, the years of study and practice, and an undeniable connection to the Dark Arts he had that y/n had never fully appreciated, but was also a show of his determination, and dedication to the craft, but also of the lengths he would go to for those he cared about, the lengths he would go to for power… Sebastian had achieved something so unheard of, something that was considered even impossible; not just casting Fiendfyre, but bending it to his will, controlling the flaming serpent that paid homage to Salazar Slytherin; someone Sebastian revered for his affinity with the Dark Arts.

Her astonishment was complete as she watched Sebastian take control of the flaming serpent. In all the tales she had heard, Fiendfyre was a wild, uncontainable force of destruction, yet here it was, a testament to Sebastian's formidable power and dark affinity.

The spectacle before her was both stunning and terrifying.

As the Fiendfyre serpent hovered, a guardian beast conjured from flame and wrath, it was clear that the battle had shifted. With the serpent of fire at his command, Sebastian was not just a defender; he was a storm that couldn’t be controlled, reshaping the terror of the night into something he could be proud of. The serpent of fire seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its eyes glowing embers that locked onto the Ashwinders with a predator's gaze. The heat that emanated from it was oppressive, the air shimmering in waves that made the scene before her look like a mirage. Yet, this was no illusion; it was a vivid, terrifying reality.

Sebastian moved his wand with a fluidity that belied the danger of the spell he commanded. The serpent of Fiendfyre responded, its movements synchronised with his intentions. With a flick of his wrist, Sebastian directed the serpent, its body slithering through the air, weaving around the spells cast by the Ashwinders, creating a protective barrier of fire and fury around him. Not a single spell or jinx cast by the Ashwinders penetrated the serpent, the flames seemingly protected Sebastian, and and its focus was directly locked onto the Ashwinders.

As the Fiendfyre serpent surged forward, its fiery form twisted and contorted with sinister grace. With a menacing hiss, it lowered its head, the flames writhing and flickering like a serpent preparing to strike as the air around shimmered with its heat. Sebastian's control over the dark magic was palpable as he guided the serpent with precise movements of his wand. 

With each command, the serpent responded, its burning eyes fixed on its targets with predatory intent; Sebastian’s eyes matched the serpents. What once seemed like just a reflection of the flames in his eyes was now something more; his eyes glowed with the same bright, fiery, scarlet flames as if his irises were consumed by the flames he produced.

Whisps of fire cracked from the serpent, as if threatening to drop its destructive touch on everything that surrounded them, to ultimately consume everything — but it did not give into it’s dangerous threats. It continued to follow the commands made by the male student, almost as if the Fiendfyre and Sebastian had a deeper connection — as if the troubled student and the chaos he controlled had an understanding of each other.

The fire serpent grew larger, as if standing tall and proud — a predator staring down its helpless prey. The foes that remained infront of Sebastian only had a moment to examine the power being shown right in front of them — they had lost their chance to flee once and for all. Y/n could only make out small moments from the now one-sided battle, her focus was intently tied to Sebastian and the Fiendfyre as her fear slowly melted away, as if the terrifying sight was the answer to all of the issues — no longer viewing the Fiendfyre as their demise.

In the blink of an eye, the serpents mouth opened; it’s jaws parted as it’s blazing fangs were on full display as it suddenly lunged forward with the command of Sebastian’s wand movements — with a simple flick of his wrist, the monstrosity darted through the air with the speed of light. How Sebastian controlled the fiery demon with such grace, such elegance, was something that those witnessing the events unfold could believe — especially not since he did it while anger raged inside of him, if not stronger than what he wielded. The scorching snake dashed across the camp that separated the Ashwinders from their imminent death. All y/n could make out was the blur of crimson and amber, along with its radiating and blazing heat that emminated from the fire beast as it darted past towards it’s prey, its mouth still agape, still baring its fierce fangs. The Fiendfyre was unrelenting once it reached its casters target, its widened mouth slamming shut around one of the Ashwinders with such force, that y/n could have sworn shockwaves were sent through the ground.

Sebastian continued to focus on the frenzy of fire that he commanded, each movement he made was graceful and intentful — like a dancer whoms body married the notes their body intertwined with — the attacks from him and the creature he controlled were just like master and puppet. Deliberate. Intentful. It didn’t take long for Sebastian and the Fiendfyre to make short work of the enemies who had underestimated him — their bodies no longer stood before him, the Fiendfyre had ultimately consumed their bodies — every atom of their beings had been ripped from existence. The serpent that had one stood strong, proud and dangerous retreated back from where it attacked the helpless duelists, and y/n couldn’t help but feel as if Sebastian’s control of the Fiendfyre might just fail as the battle ended. She expected the blazing form to disobey it’s caster, she expected it to lose it’s controlled form and spill its hot, lava-like fire until it consumed everything. To her shock, the Fiendfyre continued to obey Sebastian even though it wanted to break free, wanted to burn everything it possibly could.

The snake slithered back for one more proud stance in the air before its swelled size began to deflate — the fiery snake wove its way around Sebastian once more, as it twisted it soaked in the last few moments of fresh air it would get until he cast it again. It lost its solid shape, as it returned into the tip of Sebastian’s wand it melted back into it’s original form before disappearing completely. Once the conjured beast was completely gone, a spark came from the end of Sebastians wand. He barely acknowledged the spark that sigalled him that the cast was complete before he ran over to the cage that y/n had been stuffed into.

Sebastian noticed the lock on the cage hadn’t been locked — it reminded him of hearing the cruciatus curse, hearing her scream. Even though he had handed out karma, it didn’t make him feel any better. The unlocked cage just showed what the Ashwinders had intended; they didn’t lock it simply because they didn’t have to, because she would be able to leave even if she wanted to. He pushed the thoughts aside quickly before ripping the cage door open with such intensity y/n was surprised that it didn’t break away. Sebastian threw his wand aside as he turned his attention to getting her out of her confinments. His hands grabbed her legs which were closest to him and began to pull her from the cage as gently as he possibly could. Y/n couldn’t move a muscle besides the involuntary twitches her body made — a lingering affect of the repeated use of the Cruciatus curse on her, one that Sebastian hoped was only temporary.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” Sebastian said softly as his arm looped behind her knees, making it easier for him to fully pull her out of the cage. Sebastian sat down on the ground from the kneeling position he had been in as he pulled her body as close to him as possible between his outstretched legs. He put an arm around her shoulders to support her upper body as he held her close, his other arm wrapping around her too. “It’s okay, it’s over now… you’re safe, I’m here,” he said softly before resting his chin against the top of her head. He was just happy to have found her— while she was still breathing. Y/n body still ached from the curse being cast over and over, as if every drop of strength she once had was gone — now barely even able to sit herself up on her own, her upper body being supported by Sebastian, her head resting just at his shoulder as she sat between his legs, Sebastian had let the second arm that wrapped around her fall and moved her legs so they lay over one of his own spread legs so she was in a position that helped him hold her even closer — almost scared that if she wasn’t curled into him that he might lose her again.

Her voice was soft, and slightly weak when she spoke; “I’m sorry Sebastian-” her attempt at apologising for leaving Sebastian behind was cut short by a chorus of “shhh”s that came from him. His hand that had moved her legs then ran through the side of her hair as he placed a kiss atop her head in an attempt to sooth her, as well as himself. “Don’t apologise, please. You’re safe now,” Sebastian said with a light shaky voice, his chin resting on the top of her head, unwilling to let her out of the attempted embrace.

A sudden crack of a tree branch breaking, along with footsteps made Sebastian’s head snap in the direction it came from as his heart began pounding again while y/n felt a surge of fear when the sound rang through the air, instantly thinking of the situation she had barely just escaped not long ago, and she began to tremble slightly with fear.

Sebastian’s own mind went to the worst scenarios possible; more poachers, more ashwinders, some of Ranrok’s loyal goblins — but as quick as his mind presumed danger, the cause of the sounds stepped from the dark shadows into the camp. Sebastian had taken note of y/n’s slight shaking, her head turned into his chest and he began to try soothe her again. “Hey, it’s okay- it’s only Highwing,” Sebastian said softly as he stroked her hair again, his thumb brushed against her cheek occasionally — something that gave y/n a sense of warmth and comfort.

Highwing stepped into the camp and instantly saw Sebastian on the ground with y/n, and even the Hippogriff seemed worried at the sight of the two students as she stepped slowly and carefully across the camp towards the friends. As she grew closer, Sebastian noticed something in her mouth and he raised his eyebrow slightly to himself. Despite the light front the still burning campfire, it did little to help Sebastian pin-point what she was carrying. Y/n’s head rested against Sebastian’s chest as she turned her head ever-so-slightly to see the Hippogriff approaching slowly. As Highwing stood infront of the two friends, she bowed her head to them as she dropped what she was carrying from her mouth just by where y/n layed on Sebastian. “Looks like someone’s brought you something you may have lost,” Sebastian said with a smile as Highwing nudged the object closer with her beak.

On noticing it was a wand that Highwing carried over so diligently, Sebastian reached out the hand that once administered comforting touches to y/n, the other remained around her shoulders and picked up the wand, tucking it into the inside pocket of y/n’s robes for safety. A small smile danced across y/n face as Sebastian placed her wand away safe and turned her head slightly more to look at the loyal Hippogriff. “Thank you, Highwing,” she said, resulting in Highwing raising her head and letting out a satisfied sound before she lay back fully on the ground. Sebastian and y/n watched Highwing settle for a moment before y/n turned her attention back to Sebastian, looking up at him slightly as she took a moment to think about her words.

“And.. thank you, Sebastian… If you hadn’t had come I-” before she had a chance to get the next word out, Sebastian had cut her off. “Stop,” he said, the word was demanding but his voice was gentle as his hand ran through the side of her hair once more before resting on her cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had fallen from her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me. The most important thing is that you’re safe” Sebastian said as he looked at her with his brown eyes that seemed to make his gentle words seem even softer.  As he spoke, his words caused her heart to swell. Sebastian’s voice was more gentle than usual, an inflection of a deeper care for her rang through his words leaving the two to share in a quiet moment before y/n broke the silence - not being completely sure how to approach the conversation.

“When you told me what you heard the day Anne was cursed… ‘children should be seen and not heard’..” she said in a soft voice, hoping to cushion whatever blow her words were about to have on him. She could feel Sebastian’s body tense up underneath her and noticed how the arm around her tensed as his jaw clenched. Sebastian’s heartbeat increased as a mix of anxiety, anger and anticipation bubbled within him - not speaking a word, rathering to let her say what she had to say. “..when the ashwinders had me, one of them said the exact same thing..” she paused for a moment, her own anxiety brewing at the thought of how Sebastian would react. “..they were quoting Rookwood, Sebastian.. Rookwood was there that day, he was the one to curse Anne..” she finally said as she looked up at him, gauging his reaction to her revealing the truth behind his sisters condition.

She had expected Sebastian to take the news badly, terribly even - and he would have been right to. Instead, Sebastian gave a small nod as his jaw remained clenched. He wanted nothing more than to go find Rookwood in that moment and make him pay.. To make him experience even a percentage of the pain and suffering his sister had no escape from. Despite his desire to go find Rookwood and do such unforgivable things, he knew in that moment y/n needed him, even if she wouldn’t admit it to him - or herself. He continued to hold her, his grip around her tightened ever-so slightly; a signal to her that despite his quiet demeanour, his mind was anything but.

Her soft hand being placed on his one of his anger-flushed cheeks pulled him from his thoughts long enough to notice her looking up at him, concern etched across her features. “…we will find him Sebastian, we’ll make him pay. I promise.” her words were flooded with sincerity and determination as she spoke, her eyes locked on his. Regardless of what she had just been through, it was clear that Sebastian and his sisters situation was a priority to her rather than her own wellbeing; her selflessness, her care and determination made Sebastian’s true feelings for her flourish more than they had already. A small smile tugged at the corner of Sebastian’s lips as he gave a gentle nod, not trusting his voice to not waver at her promise. Her words and touch soothed the anger that was twisting within him; it slowly being subdued by the emotions that came as a result of her tender actions.

The two sat there for a moment without speaking a word, instead they just looked into each other’s eyes as the campfire’s slowly dwindling flames cast a warm glow on them. It seemed like the rest of the world melted away around them, as if the Fiendfyre came back to life and swirled them in their own bubble. Every thing in that moment, from the breathing of Highwing who lay not far away to the sounds of nature around them, felt right. Y/n was so wrapped up in the moment, so lost in the brown eyes that bore into her own that she didn’t notice Sebastian’s free hand making it way up until it was placed on her cheek, his thumb grazed over her soft skin in such a gentle way that it made goosebumps wash over her skin. Not a single word was shared between the two, instead it felt like the two were the opposite end of magnets that drew closer to each other in slow motion. Her eyes flicked between his and his lips as his face drew closer to hers, both heartbeats sharing an increased speed as their breaths were slightly elevated against one another's. Everything seemed to move slowly as the distance between them decreased, the tension increased; anticipation bubbling under both of their skins until their lips finally met.

It felt like every firework in the world had been set off simultaneously the second his lips touched hers, for both of them. Sebastian's hand moved from cupping her cheek and ran through the side of her hair before stopping at the back of her head, their lips never parting once as they finally indulged in their once-hidden feelings towards each other.

Everything seemed at peace — even if just for a moment. No thoughts of dark wizards, or goblins intent on destroying the world, or the trip to St. Mungo's that y/n would undoubtedly require For just a moment, the two didn’t feel the pressures of the crumbling world around them, didn’t feel the pressure of all the odds being stacked against them. Instead, they let themselves melt into each others touch, revelling in the kiss that spoke volumes for them — the anxieties relating to their feelings for one another that they had both bottled and shoved aside all melted away.

It wasn’t a moment they would rush from, for the first time that year they felt a sense genuine relief and happiness wash over them, as if the pair had The Draught of Peace coursing through them.

It was a moment of genuine emotion, genuine connection between them - two kindred spirits coming together like dancing flames that grew as one as they intertwined with one another; and nothing could ever snuff out the spark.

(a/n; thank you guys for reading, hopefully it wasn't as bad as it is in my mind~ I'm gonna start posting more regular fics/one shots/scenarios I've been building in my head so keep an eye out💖)

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Hand Written

The final part to Note Taking and Study Habits

Ominis x fem!MC, fluff, kissing, it is just kissing but I wouldn’t say it’s safe to read at work

This is all so self indulgent but idc I write for my own entertainment first and foremost

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Over the weekend, you ran into a bit of trouble. Your first trip to Hogsmeade with Natty had famously resulted in a troll battle, but most people didn’t know that the journey hadn’t ended there. During a well-deserved butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, you were confronted by Victor Rookwood and Theophilus Harlow. One thing led to another, and now as of late, you and Natty found yourself acting as protectors of the Highlands. Whenever one of you heard of Ashwinders causing mayhem, the two of you would team up and hunt them down. This time, you may have bit off more than you could chew.

The wizards you fought against that weekend had been poachers. Not only that, but Theophilus Harlow himself had shown to the battle. By then, you had already taken a few curses and had long since exhausted your supply of Wiggenweld potion. Lucky for you, they had captured two hippogriffs, one of them being Poppy Sweeting’s friend Highwing. The killing curse was thrown, but thanks to the hippogriffs, you and Natty had made it out, narrowly.

The next morning, the two of you had joined Poppy for breakfast to ask what should be done about the two fully grown hippogriffs in your nab-sack.

“Well, I would say to release them back to their home, but with all the poachers still running about. . .” Poppy sighed heavily. Scotland wasn’t safe for any beast at the moment.

“There is somewhere I could take them,” you offered hesitantly, “I didn’t want to take Highwing there without your approval since the two of you are so close. But I can show you, both of you.” You smiled at Natty. “It’s quite extraordinary, actually. I’ve been waiting for the right time to share it with people.”

Natty returned your smile. “You have me intrigued.”

Poppy’s eyes lit up. “Is it close enough for us to go after classes today?”

“Why wait until after classes?” Then you were standing from your seat in the Great Hall to lead the girls out. Overhead, the owls had arrived to deliver the morning mail. A letter was dropped on the table for you, and you placed it directly in your robes for later. Most of the mail you received was from people asking for favors or updating you on ongoing quests they’d assigned you. Whatever it was could wait for now.

The girls followed you out of the Great Hall, giggling and unable to contain their excitement for whatever Hogwarts mystery you were about to show them.

Sharing the Room of Requirement with others re-sparked your excitement for the space. The three of you rushed in nearly late to Charms. You snatched food from the Great Hall during lunch just to run back to the Astronomy tower. Poppy took to the skies of the vivarium. Natty had fallen asleep on your couch cuddling a puffskin. You debated dozing off as well, exhausted from the weekend, but you stayed vigilant and watched over the time to know when you would have to drag the other girls to DADA.

“That. . was. . brilliant!” Poppy had an arm hooked around one of both yours and Natty’s elbows. Her balance was still off from the flight.

“Now that the two of you know it’s there, I think you should be able to find it yourselves. I’m not in the castle much these days, so the beasts would love your company.”

Natty brightened at the invitation. “I’m looking forward to exploring as my animagus form when I am better rested. Galloping around was not in the stars for today.”

“That puffskin took quite the liking to you,” you teased.

“I had an inkling you would be good with beasts, Natty,” Poppy commented, “You have a warm soul. The creatures see that.”

After classes, the three of you were yet again exploring the room. Free from needing to keep track of time, you planted yourself on the couch for a well-deserved rest. As you turned on your side, a curious crunching sounded from under you. You frowned as you sat up, digging through your robes for the parchment preventing you from sleep.

The letter from that morning! Might as well open it now and find out what sort of predicament you would be spending the rest of your weeknights solving.

What caught your eye first was how meticulously the words were placed. There were perfectly even indentations on both sides. The spacing was exact, and the lines, while ever so slightly up and to the left, were even in height. Someone had planned out what they were going to say to you. This was rare among the desperate scribbles of your usual quests. Even professors who wrote to you about assignments were flippant with their quill strokes, far too busy to even attempt legibility for a mere student.

Y/N

I fear apologies are in order. Sebastian insists you’ve been distant this weekend because of my actions. Offending you was not my intentions. The touches were merely a way to express that I share the same sentiment. I think of you often. In fact, I have not been able to think of much else since you started taking my name. If I’ve misinterpreted your feelings, please meet me today after classes in the Undercroft. You are owed a proper apology face to face.

If you happen to feel the same, you know where I’ll be.

Yours Truly,

Ominis

You stood from the couch so fast the room was spinning. By now, he must have assumed you weren’t going to show. How awful he must feel to think you didn’t care enough about his letter to even address it.

“Deek!” You called out, wildly looking around the room for him.

He had popped up out of nowhere, startling you. “Yes, Miss?”

Pressing the letter against your chest in shock while trying to collect yourself, you uttered, “Would you be so kind as to let the girls know I had to leave, but they are welcome to stay for as long as they’d like?”

“Of course, Miss. is everything all right?”

“Yes, for once, I’ve received a letter with good news, but I must meet with the sender right away.”

“Deek will make sure your friends are well taken care of in your absence.”

“Thank you!”

By the time you arrived at the entrance of the Undercroft, you were out of breath and only panicking worse. What if he had already given up? What if he was angry? What if your late arrival changed how he felt? You stomped down the stairs as quick as your thick boots would allow and ducked under the metal grate since it wasn’t rising fast enough.

Finding yourself inside the echoey room was like being doused in the icy waters of the sea. All the adrenaline that had been fueling your sprint over had dwindled, leaving only trepidation in its wake.

“Ominis?” You called out, hating how loud your voice seemed against the dead silence of the room. Nothing stirred. Nothing moved. You couldn’t even hear the faint sound of his breathing. You were alone.

“Ergh!” You let out through your teeth. How could you be so careless? Why couldn’t you have read the letter at any other point in the day? “Confringo!” You cast at a hanging candelabra. It swung violently from the momentum of your spell. The next victim was a tower of boxes. One by one exploding into bits, “Bombarda! Diffindo! Depulso!”

You turned on your heel, aiming at the desk in the corner that was rarely ever used for school-related revision. “Flipendo!” The contents crashed to the floor: a vase shattering, candles snapping in half, tomes scattering about. Still, the chaos didn’t feel like enough. You stormed over to the wreckage and kicked the now very sideways desk for good measure. Apparently, your steel-toe boots were a little worn down from all your adventures because you felt the impact jolt up even past your shin.

With absolutely no balance, you plummeted to the floor with a wince, grabbing at your foot in agony. “Mother of Merlin! So stupid!” You had fallen into the debris. Now that you were coming down from the rage, you frowned at the mess around you. Meekly, you uttered, “Reparo,” at the stack of boxes you’d destroyed.

Pushing yourself off the ground, you aimed at the desk next. In the blink of an eye, everything was in it’s rightful place. Even the tiny shard of glass in your palm had rejoined the vase.

You sat at the desk, exhausted from your meltdown. Your left hand landed on a folded piece of parchment. The only person who ever worked at this desk was Sebastian when he was reading something he wasn’t supposed to. Curious as to what kind of notes he was taking, you unfolded the paper to find the diligent penmanship from Ominis’s letter.

Y/N

We have to leave in a hurry. Anne is feeling too ill to walk, but Solomon is traveling in Egypt. He is meeting with old friends from the Ministry, Curse Breakers. Anne needs someone to look after her for a few days, and Sebastian didn’t want to go alone. He shouldn’t have to be alone, not at a time like this.

I hope this message finds you well.

Yours Truly,

Ominis

Oh, what a fool you had been. You looked up at the arching ceiling and let out a laugh of disbelief. While you were having a tissy fit about being late, Anne was suffering. Merlin, how idiotic you felt.

Ignorant, as Sebastian would so kindly say. And this time, he’d have been right.

If Solomon was away, you might have just the thing to lift the spirits in Feldcroft. All you needed was a quick trip to the Room of Requirement, and you could be on your way by curfew.

It was far too late to be knocking on someone’s door, but there you stood in the entryway in the dead of night. The air was bitter and unforgiving. The nights were always chilly this close to the sea, but this year's winter seemed to be never-ending. The moment you appeared at the floo station in the middle of town, you debated sending yourself right back to the warmth of your common room.

The front door swung open to reveal a familiar wand pointed at your face. Sebastian, looking rough from sleep, mustered up the deadliest glare he could and opened his mouth to spew out a threat. His scowl brightened to a brilliant smile, recognizing you were no foe.

“Well if it isn’t the subject of the hour herself!” He stepped aside, ushering you into the small home so he could shut out the harsh weather. “You had us thinking Ashwinders were looking for a fight.”

“Assuming they would knock,” Anne added as she sat up in her bed.

“Sorry to frighten you, and wake you. ., but with Solomon gone I thought these might be of use.” You pulled a bag of freshly picked shrivelfigs from your enchanted satchel. Ever since your first trip to Feldcroft, you had been growing them. The broken look on Sebastian’s face, when his uncle had ruined the one he had bought for Anne, was etched in your soul.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Sebastian mused as you handed him the fruit.

“I don’t think you’ve ever admitted you love me.”

“Hmm, very well. I’ll add it to my to-do list.”

“I look forward to it, Sallow.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Gaunt.”

“Hey now,” Anne chastised, “Did we not just discuss that at great length?

Sebastian rolled his eyes then turned to you, “I’m very sorry. Does the name make you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you admitted, braving a glance at Ominis who was sitting at the head of Sebastian’s bed. You nearly gasped at his appearance.

When Sebastian had answered the door, you didn’t take a second glance at his apparel. But seeing Ominis out of school robes was always a treat. Even those few times you had, he would still be sporting his uniform vest and button-down. Now he was wearing a long sleeve thermal that seemed too loose in every area it was meant to be tight for warmth. It was likely one of Solomon’s since the boys had to leave on the spot without having time to pack.

Ominis looked terribly endearing swimming in the giant shirt with blankets looking at his hips. His hair was still somehow in place despite the fact that they had clearly already been lying down before you came in. The space in the bed next to him was disheveled from Sebastian jumping out of bed to answer the door.

“Told you she likes him!” Anne proclaimed, talking with Sebastian as if you and Ominis weren’t in the room. Though, in her defense, with the way you were looking Ominis up and down, it may as well have been Anne and Sebastian that weren’t in the room.

“Then explain the cold shoulder!”

“She was probably busy being her usual self. You do remember her having ancient magic abilities to discover, don’t you?”

“That doesn’t explain not showing up to the Undercroft.” Sebastian refused to back down from the argument.

“But she’s here now, isn’t she?” Anne reached a hand out to you. “Come, Y/N. You can sleep with me. It’s late, and we should all be resting.”

Sebastian put his hands on his hips. “Don’t you think the married couple should-“

“Sebastian!” Ominis chastised. “Enough before I hex you. Get back to bed.”

You were timid to join Anne in the tiny bed. The old wood creaked in protest from your weight. She was quick to cover you in her warm blankets. Only then did you realize how badly you had been shivering from the cold. Anne’s head unabashedly laid on your shoulder as she hummed.

“This is lovely. Sebastian has refused to sleep in the same bed as me since we started school. We used to cuddle every night.”

Across the room, Sebastian seemed to groan in agony, “Anne, quit telling people that.”

Anne went on defiantly, “He used to be so sweet to me, but he drools in his sleep.”

You giggled. “Why am I not surprised? He drools a bit in his waking hours as well. Especially in Miss Garlick’s class.”

“Hmm, wonder why that is?”

From the boys’ side, a light slap rang out, followed by the sound of a wand clattering to the floor.

“Don’t hex them!” Ominis whispered.

“Just a silencing charm!” Sebastian said defensively.

The bed was empty when you woke up. Anne had not traveled far in their tiny abode. She was relaxing with tea at the dining table. Her plush armchair stood out between the other bare, wooden dining chairs. Ominis was awake and tending to the kettle. Sebastian was snoring. A dark spot had formed by his mouth on the pillow. You bit your cheek to prevent yourself from laughing.

Lovely blackmail material for later.

“Good morning,” Ominis said, holding out a steaming mug to you. His voice startled Anne who hadn’t even noticed you had woken up.

“Thank you.” From the smell alone, you could tell he put the perfect amount of sugar. You nearly melted into the cup yourself. What you would give to wake up every morning to Ominis. . . His hair had finally given in and fallen ever so slightly out of place due to not having its usual routine. He felt the wisps on his forehead and frowned, raising his hand to move them. You reached out, grabbing his wrist. “Leave it.”

He went from pink to red alarmingly fast. You sipped your tea and caught Anne’s watchful eye. She was smiling, despite her words, “I’m starting to pity Sebastian. He was right. This is disgusting to witness.”

Deciding it was your turn for a bit of fun, you teased, “Yes well, you and Sebastian might as well get used to it. Marriages do tend to last a while, the good ones, anyway.”

Adoring the opportunity to join in on the mischief, Anne added, “I guess so. Ominis is one of the good ones.”

“Precisely.”

Ominis had his own notes to go over on that very topic. He grabbed his coat from the hanger, shrugging it on as he asked, “Y/N, would you care to join me for a morning stroll? I thought we could pick something up from the vendor. He usually has bread ready by now, and this place is due for some more fresh food to go with those shrivelfigs. Maybe a few eggs for breakfast as well. .”

“I would love to.” You mimicked his movements to grab your coat, but he had picked it up first to hold it up for you. You couldn’t help but nervously glance at Anne who seemed very amused at the whole show behind her cup of tea.

Just one arm and then the other. It wasn’t so bad, that is, until after when he put his hands on both your shoulders and smoothed out the fabric. When you turned to face him, he held out an elbow for you to hold.

“Oh,” you murmured under your breath.

Timidly, you accepted his guide, but Ominis stayed frozen in the foyer for a second longer to ask, “I’m sorry, I’ve done it again, haven’t I? Is this arrangement all right with you?” He nodded toward where your hand was shamelessly finding its place on his arm.

“Yes, of course. You lead. I have no idea where we are going,” you assured him.

“It’s rare people ask me to lead them places,” Ominis was attempting a jovial tone, perhaps to put your budding nerves at ease.

It didn’t help much due to your mouth spewing words without a thought, “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Now it was Ominis muttering a soft, “Oh,” while mulling over the depth of your words.

Anne slurped her tea inappropriately loud, causing the two of you to jump. You offered her a sheepish smile, a silent apology for forgetting that you and Ominis were not alone.

“I want a niece or nephew named after me,” Anne proclaimed. “It’s the least you could do to make up for this.”

Throwing a look of annoyance Anne’s way, Ominis was quick to fire back, “I think Sebastian has that cover-“

“Consider it done!” You promised the girl.

Ominis quickly recovered from his shocked appearance to ask, “Do I not have a say in the naming of our child?”

“Take a moment to consider the benefits. If it’s named after her, she’ll be guilted into babysitting. Would you rather have Sebastian looking after our child while we’re away? We’d come back to a demon baby.“

“Bold of you to assume Anne is any more responsible than Sebastian. She caused quite a myriad of trouble in our early years, more so than Sebastian. Do not let her fool you. Sebastian has yet to beat her detention record. Try as he might.”

Then you were whisked away on a proper tour of Feldcroft. Sebastian had previously shown you around, but those landmarks were more about the places they had fought Goblins or where Anne had been cursed. Ominis was naming off what houses belonged to which neighbors and listing who grew what each season. He spoke as if this hamlet were his home, but you were well aware the Gaunts resided in Northern England.

Perhaps Feldcroft was more of a home to him than that place ever would be. That would make sense. Sebastian and Anne seemed more like family to him than the true family he spoke ill of. It was a fine place to call home. Quaint and quiet. There was more variety in the cities or even villages like Hogsmeade, but the hustle and bustle of those places got old. Visiting Feldcroft with Sebastian had always been a guilty pleasure. Pleasure because you craved simplicity after all your adventures, but guilty for feeling so at peace while Sebastian and Anne were struggling.

With the sun breaking through some of the clouds, today would be warmer than yesterday. By the afternoon, most of the snow would likely melt away. Days like that were usually colder than the weeks of snow that preceded them. The wetness seeped into clothes and chilled to the bone. With all the fields surrounding the hamlet, you hoped the ground would soak up the moisture quick. Either that or the four of you would be inside for the entire duration of your stay.

A while into the walk, Ominis finally took out his wand to lead the both of you toward a hay bale big enough to sit. A cart of chomping cabbages rolled by. You tried not to shiver, knowing very well how deadly those things could be. Assuming you were cold, Ominis trailed a hand down your arm to find your own placed in your lap. He encapsulated your hands in his and brought them to his lips, blowing hot air to heat them deliciously.

You had to mentally remind yourself to breathe, not wanting to get called out as you were in the library. His actions heated you up in more way than one. Your face felt overwhelmingly warm, as well as other regions of your body you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge just yet. But in truth, you greatly appreciated the notion to warm you. You hadn’t been able to find a scarf before running off to Feldcroft, probably due to your supply being mostly piled in Ominis’ dorm room.

“We should actually buy the bread and eggs for breakfast, but I must admit the point of this walk was to get you alone.” He still had your hands hostage, holding them near his chest. They stayed there a beat longer before he finally let you have your freedom, which used to be a sensation you craved before you grew used to Ominis’ affections.

“I’m sorry if coming here was not appropriate,” you spewed out. “I hadn’t read the letter in time, or else I would have met with you before.”

“After how foolishly I acted, I would have understood if you didn’t show at all. If my second letter made you worry about Anne, I’m terribly sorry. I did not mean for you to follow us here, but I am glad you did. Is that selfish of me?”

“If wanting me around is selfish, then I wish you would be selfish more often.”

“I’m selfish all the time.”

You took that as an invitation to move closer on the makeshift bench. Now with your hip and shoulder flush against his own, you were practically forced to entangle your overlapping arms. “Ominis, I should tell you. . This weekend I had not meant to ignore you.”

“It was well deserved and to be expected, only natural after how uneasy I made you feel. Just because you drew hearts around my name doesn’t mean you would want my. . . advances.” Ominis visibly cringed at his own terminology.

“I do,” you blurted. Merlin, with all the marriage references, you may as well get out your wand and make an Unbreakable Vow at this point.

Ominis tilted his head. “What?”

“Sorry, I meant to say that it’s okay. You were right in assuming I wanted. . that.”

The heavy feeling in the boy’s chest seemed to lighten. He sighed in relief. “Oh, I felt horrible thinking I had made you uncomfortable in any sort of way.”

“Nervous, but not uncomfortable.”

He lifted his wand to let the red light take in the quiet hamlet. You stiffened, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of your surroundings. Loyalists and Ashwinders were still a heavy threat, especially in Feldcroft. For a moment you had let your guard down, and now you felt terrible for not keeping watch.

Oddly, not a soul was in sight. Even the livestock that often wandered about was either off in the snowy fields or no doubt huddled up in a barn somewhere. The morning was young, you could tell from how loud the birds were chirping. Most residents were still hunkered down in their homes except for a dedicated merchant setting up their cart near the well in the center of town. They weren’t quite near enough for Ominis to pick up their sound, though, his hearing could be even better than you already assumed.

You tucked yourself close to his side to whisper, “Did you hear something?”

He shook his head no, lowering his wand. “I only wanted to make sure we were alone.” The tip of his nose had gone pink from the cold. His cheeks were rosy, too, from being out in the morning breeze.

“It’s just us,” you reassured softly. “There’s a merchant setting up in the center of town, but they-“ A hand obstructed your view. Ominis was tentatively reaching out. The light brush of his index finger against your jaw is what cut off your train of thought. The others landed on your pulse, his thumb finding your chin. It glided up, moving across your lips that were still slightly parted from the words that got left behind.

“Don’t move,” he didn’t really need to tell you. The shock of it all was enough to turn you into a statue.

Then he was leaning in. His movements were slow but deliberate. His thumb left your lips only to be replaced by his mouth ghosting over yours. That’s where he stopped. You thought he was second-guessing himself, but then you could ever so slightly feel him break into a smile.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop breathing,” he teased. “Take a breath.”

You did, a pathetically weak one that is. But as soon as you took in air, Ominis closed the distance. His lips, though soft and gentle, weren’t hesitant in any way. He still held the side of your face, guiding you to him.

Your eyes had closed on instinct, so you had become lost in the sensation of him against you. His hand was the only thing grounding you until you reached for his jacket and tugged him closer. Only then did he take advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. He let his other hand explore the side of your body, finding your hip and then running up and down the side of your thigh. You couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation.

Then, all too quickly, his lips were pulling away. You followed, chasing his movements, needing more. The hand cradling your jaw held you in place, letting him put his forehead to yours and chuckle.

“You want more, but you stopped moving.”

Had you stopped? You didn’t mean to. “You distracted me.”

He hummed in approval and squeezed your thigh just above your knee. The sound of your breath hitching was all the confirmation he needed. “You really like that, don’t you?”

Your grip on his jacket was se desperate that your hands were starting to ache. “Ominis, please. .”

“Do you even know what you are asking for, my dear? I think I should take you on a proper date before doing any of that. And perhaps, not in the center of town. .”

You immediately tucked your face in the crook of his neck, far too embarrassed to face the world after that. “I’m sorry.” Your breath on his neck made him go stiff. A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and you were acting on it before you could talk yourself out of it. You brought your lips to his neck, just below his jaw. His hand instinctively tightened around your thigh as he let out a gentle gasp.

“Oh,” was all he could say, now deeply understanding the intensity you felt whenever he would touch you. At first, you peppered kisses along his skin, but when you came across his pulse your self-restraint floated away. Feeling how quick it gave you the confidence to open your mouth wider, sucking his pale skin until it went red and warm. Trickles of electricity ran down his spine. He wanted to chastise you for being so lude in public, but he couldn’t form words. His body felt limp, completely compliant to whatever you chose to do. Then his own tongue betrayed him, “Right there.”

Eager to please, you focused all your attention on that spot. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck and tugged slightly so that he’d grant you better access. Ominis didn’t give any resistance to your demand.

It was thrilling to know you could make him experience all the things he made you feel. You pushed his limits further by grazing your teeth against him. His hand shot up your thigh to your hip, the other landing on your other side. He pulled on you as if he wanted you closer, but any closer you’d be in his lap. Although that idea was beyond tempting, the sound of someone’s front door creaking open made you pull away from his neck.

The loss of contact made him frown. He quickly cupped your cheeks to pull you in for another kiss, but you put a hand against his chest, holding him at bay with a giggle.

“Later,” you promised, “-when we’re alone again.”

Ominis tilted his head in confusion. His eyes went wide when he heard the soft chatter of a neighboring couple exiting their home behind him. Quickly, he let you go and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t hear them come out.”

You left a brisk kiss on the little cluster of moles decorating his cheekbone before standing and tugging him along. “Come on. We still need to buy breakfast.”

By the time you made it back to the Sallow home, Sebastian was moaning about how starved he was. His eyes lit up when the door opened. Anne had told him the two of you had gone to collect bread and eggs. His excitement morphed into terror at the sight of his best friend in such disarray. In all the years he’s known Ominis, Sebastian had never seen his hair so wild.

“Are you okay? Were you attacked?” He squared Ominis’s shoulders and frowned at the red marks littering his neck. Anne giggling behind him made Sebastian piece together what he was seeing. His face twisted up in a look of disgust. “Oh, are you serious? In the middle of town?! Do I need to start escorting you two everywhere?”

“That’s hardly necessary,” you insisted at the same time Ominis admitted, “I don’t think that would stop her.”

“Give me that,” Sebastian growled as he took the basket of food from you. “Unbelievable, both of you. Go sit while I cook.”

“Let’s listen to Sebastian,” Ominis whispered with a smirk forming. Curious as to what he was planning, you let him guide you to the dining table. You’d expected him to pull out a chair for you, but he sat down first and then pulled you closer, patting his thigh. “Come on, he said to sit.”

Your heart was jumping haphazardly in your chest. You sat with your back pressed to his chest. His arms wasted no time snaking around your middle and pulling you close.

“Deplorable,” Sebastian muttered.

“No, it’s sweet. Quit acting like you’re so modest, and make my eggs,” Anne demanded. “I want my yolk runny.”

Sebastian sighed heavily, giving in, but only because his twin had ridiculed him. “Fine. And how would you like your eggs, Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt?”

“Whatever is easiest,” you offered.

“Preferably not poisoned,” Ominis suggested.

Y/N,

Feldcroft has been absolute mayhem while you've been away. I know this work trip is necessary, but I've never been shy to admit how selfish I am when it comes to you. If you are able to sneak away a few days early, let's not tell a soul. You can hide away in the house, and I could have you to myself just until others are expecting your return.

Speaking of others, I must warn you that your primroses have been trampled by Sebastian's son. I assume I don't even have to name which one was the culprit, but he has promised to help you replant them on your return. Sebastian would have done it with him, but somehow our dear friend managed to learn absolutely nothing during seven years of Herbology despite having such a watchful eye on our professor during classes. Perhaps you can bestow a bit of gardening knowledge on all his children that way they have hobbies that don't involve destroying our home when they visit.

Until then, I will miss the smell of the flowers almost as much as I miss you.

Your Husband,

Ominis

p.s. Please do consider my request that you return early. If not for me, then for the well-being of our home.

[celestial--sapphic]

Chapter Seven

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Story summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Mature

Total story word count: 76,688

Chapter Seven word count: 11,626

Chapters: 7/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: #Developing Relationship #First Relationship #First Kiss #Post-Game(s) #wlw #Sapphic #LGBTQ #Female Character #LGBTQ Themes #Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls #Fluff #Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship #pick and choose historical accuracy #Imelda is a bitch but we love her #Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual #MC is a lesbian #cursing #Alcohol #Making Out

*NOTE* thank you to @espressoristretto-patronum for giving the first part of this chapter a little read for me and for @myokk (@oerflink) providing with some good info on Spanish food and ingredients!

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

HLC REACT TO MC ASKING THEM TO HAVE A THREESOME

Requested by @lesbolordo Thanks love! This was really fun!

Warning: 18+ topic, f!MC, silliness

Amit Thakkar - You find him on top of the Astronomy tower stargazing in the middle of the night. As the question leaves your lips his eyes grow larger than the lenses of his trusty telescope. If it weren't for the tiny squeaks of pure shock emanating from him you would think he passed out, somehow still upright in his surprise. Without a word he slowly backs away into the shadows of the night, the sound of his running footsteps mingling with his increasingly loud squeaks as he bolts down the tower stairs eager to get as far from you as possible.

Garreth Weasley - When you stop him outside the Potions classroom after class, he's already full of his signature Golden Retriever energy. After you ask he tilts his head, a growing smirk on his handsome face. "O-okay!" He's full of confidence and jokingly asks if you want to bring a third girl with you.

Sebastian Sallow - You catch him after Quidditch practice, joking around with his teammates. He cockily throws a sweaty arm around your neck as you pull him aside, asking your question. His eyes widen for a split second before he cocks a brow at you, a smug expression crossing his freckled face. "Thought you'd never ask, MC! Let me know when and where and I'll be there, Gorgeous!" He winks at you as he walks towards the Slytherin locker room. Once the door closes he slumps against it, running a large hand over his face. Did that just happen?

Leander Prewett - You bound over to him as he practices Summoners Court, and he greets you happily, inviting you to play a round with him. You wait until he is about to win before asking what's on your mind, laughing as he takes in the question and accidently pulls his final ball off the court and straight at his own head. He ducks, narrowly missing being clobbered. Standing up, he looks down at you, a smile on his face. "Sorry, MC, that's not really my thing. I'm a one woman kind of man. But, if you want to make it just you and I, I'd be more than happy to say yes." He flashes you his best seductive smile.

Ominis Gaunt - He whips his head around as if you must be talking to someone else when you sit down beside him on the floor in the DA tower, blurting the question out without even saying hello. "ME?! MC are you serious? Honestly, I would rather it just be us, but if it's something you want, Little One, I'll do it...On one condition. Kiss me."

Poppy Sweeting - She’s brushing Highwing when you find her. You grab a brush, gently running it over the beloved creature, the movement calming your nerves. “A threesome? Hmm. With who? Sebastian?!” Her enthusiasm takes you off guard and you stand there stunned. 

Natty Onai - You find her in gazelle form outside Hogsmeade. In your nervous haste you spew the question at her before she has time to shift back to her human form. The usually graceful gazelle collapses to the ground. "Shit!" You drop to your knees next to the animal as it transforms into your friend. "Natty?" You wave your hand in front of her face before gently slapping her cheek. When she comes to she glares at you through unfocused eyes before yelling "You want to WHAT?!"

Imelda Reyes - After the Natty incident you decide to wait until Imelda has her feet firmly on the ground, catching up to her as she heads into the Great Hall for dinner. She puts a hand up as you open your mouth. "I heard what happened to Natty, and what you asked her. I'm in. But I'm in charge." She smirks at you as she walks off to her table.

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding. 

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head. 

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue. 

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more. 

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said. 

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around. 

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her. 

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous. 

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of. 

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late. 

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner. 

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment. 

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul 

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy. 

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror,  watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them. 

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic. 

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling. 

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand. 

“Arresto Momento!” 

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground. 

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out. 

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge.  But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year. 

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt.  Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using. 

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had. 

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class.  And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen. 

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately. 

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone. 

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone. 

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp. 

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly. 

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her. 

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around. 

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream. 

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward. 

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies. 

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him. 

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective. 

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms. 

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”. 

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now. 

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp. 

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end. 

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves? 

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover. 

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him. 

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian. 

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic. 

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories. 

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered. 

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious. 

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else. 

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her. 

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent. 

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap. 

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke. 

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded. 

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down. 

“What about Anne…?” 

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained. 

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off. 

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion. 

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head. 

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her. 

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms. 

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…” 

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories. 

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out. 

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan.  Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

[superconductivebean]

#961: poppy sweeting headcanon post - 2

Imelda headcanons posts: >>>1 || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 || >>>4 Imelda x Poppy headcanons: >>>1 || >>>2 || >>>3

Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic I’m working on.

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @caramel-hufflepuff @celestial--sapphic @catohphm

When Gran saw her little petal dreary and life-starved on riding an equally as hideously looking hippogriff, she was appalled. Upset at her daughter. Mad at her imprudent, foolish piece of shit of a husband. Gran took Poppy and her hippogriff friend in right away;

Highwing is the part of the family. She is as protective of Poppy as Gran;

Poppy's parents couldn't believe she ran away and they were trying to get her back through connections in English midlands. Those who weren't having their arses scorched by Granny Sweeting, lost a working limb to Highwing's wrath;

Everyone thought the clock had been ticking. Poppy's parents awaited her eventual return. Gran talked to everyone she could about the nasty baby snatchers. Poppy felt dreaded at the prospect of leaving home for the school for many many months.

Brainrot: Besides poaching, the Ashwinders were interested in growing their numbers via taking magical children through their ranks; orphans and the poor and destitute were their primary targets but any child born under the Ashwinders' tents was very welcome and was a huge status boost to their family;

Brainrot: Victor's father wanted a powerful and loyal clan behind him to have some 'leverage' on the magical trade. If reading that you thought of something crude, primitive, violent, utterly vile at its core -- you weren't wrong. Continental Ashwinders, the main branch, exploited and degraded many people in their wake;

Brainrot: Baby-snatching was a huge problem to the international law enforcement. British Aurors, even though their department began to have been facing a severe decline in what they could do (due to the Ministry becoming corrupt with the Ashwinders' money), remained faithful to the cause of fighting off any poacher set their eyes on magical children;

When the Hogwarts Express left London, then went tangent across Norwich's border, then ran along the midlands, Poppy spotted hippogriff in a distance. Only tens of minutes later did she realised it was Highwing; her compartment mates were astonished to see a hippogriff as devoted to following a train. It was unusual. One of them, Mr Leander Prewett, told Poppy the beast must've seen his home from there;

The next day Poppy, worrisome, escaped the castle early in the morning. She needed to find Highwing; she lost sight of her when at smokefall. Highwing was found in the small grove near the Beast class;

Professor Howin was taking care of her, as she was still very weak. Howin was about to berate Poppy for coming too close to a wild hippogriff, a dangerous beast, it wouldn't fret to stomp a child (not to mention Poppy was a first year and should had not even been there in the first place). But Highwing found it in herself to jump and fall flat at Poppy's feet, crowing at her;

The touchy reunion between the two told Howin enough to conclude the girl and the hippogriff had some history. She received Granny Sweeting's letter later that day, explaining the situation;

Highwing remained in Scotland after Poppy left for the summer but she tried to follow the Express again. It became their little tradition but her devotion would always leave Poppy in tears.

[xxwhisper255xx]

This is kind of a continuation of this post where I headcannoned that MC was left with chronic pain after absorbing the magic in the repository, and had to learn to let her friends help her.

Natty & Poppy

MC stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at the winding staircase that led to her next class. She had stepped back to allow for the crowd of students to pass her, not wanting to get in their way, and was now mostly alone in the hall.

“Hello, my friend! Is everything alright?” Natty appeared at her side with a friendly smile.

“Hi Natty, yeah I’m okay. Just mentally preparing myself,” MC laughed awkwardly.

“May I join you? I also found these stairs rather difficult during my recovery. We’ll go together, yes?” She offered her arm. MC saw no judgement on her friend’s face, leading her to accept and loop her arm through hers. They began slowly descending the stairs.

“You would think that magic stairs that appear out of thin air would be able to move on their own. Wouldn’t it be nice if we only had to stand while it moved beneath us?” Natty said.

Footsteps came up behind them, and MC braced herself to be pushed past. To her surprise, Poppy appeared at her side and took her other arm.

“What are we talking about girls?” She asked, smiling brightly.

“I was telling our friend here that magic stairs should move on their own, don’t you think?”

“Ooh yes! I wish I could bring Highwing into the castle, he’d make it much easier to get to class.” Poppy agreed.

The three girls talked and giggled the whole way down, and MC got to class with a couple minutes to spare, grateful that her friends were so willing to accomodate her without a fuss.

Garreth (ft Sebastian)

“Hey MC, ready for potions?” Garreth was the last to leave the classroom, finding her a few steps outside the door. She was walking slowly through the hall, and he matched her pace.

“You should go on without me. Don’t let me slow you down, Garreth.” MC smiled in embarrassment.

“It’s fine. Besides, Sallow would have my head if I showed up without you.” he smiled at her.

“You’ll get in trouble for being late, you know Professor Sharpe is willing to use any excuse to give you detention.” She told him.

“Well I won’t leave you to get detention on your own.”

Garrett’s eyes lit up suddenly and he turned to her with a cheeky smile.

“I think I know a way for us to both arrive to class on time. Do you trust me?”

Sebastian stood outside the potions classroom, scanning the sea of students. He was debating going to find her when her head appeared above the crowd. She was moving towards him quickly with a smile, and he furrowed his eyebrows. Why did she look taller than usual?

Garreth suddenly sprinted out of the crowd with MC on his back, who was giggling wildly. He skidded to a stop in front of Sebastian, panting.

“What’s going on here?” The slytherin questioned.

“Garreth was kind enough to help me get to class on time,” MC laughed as she slid off his back. Sebastian immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, using her unsteadiness as an excuse to pull her away from the other boy.

“Thanks for the help, Weasley. I’ll take it from here.”

He guided her into the classroom, and she looked over her shoulder to see Garreth wiggling his eyebrows at her. She stifled a laugh and turned back to Sebastian as he guided her to her potion station.

Imelda

“It’s not fair! Why doesn’t she have to do it?”

MC looked up from her book, spotting the ravenclaw boy who was talking loudly to his friends.

“I think she’s injured,” a hufflepuff girl said, glancing her way. MC sighed upon realising they were talking about her. She looked back down at her book and tried to ignore them.

She had told the professor at the beginning of class that she didn’t feel well enough to fly, not trusting her aching body to stay upright on her broom. Madam Kogawa had nodded in understanding and allowed her to spend the class studying instead. She had then left to help some students struggling to lift their brooms, not hearing the complaining students.

“That’s dumb. She looks fine,” the ravenclaw scoffed.

Imelda swooped down on her broom, hovering just in front of the boy’s face.

“So if I kick you between the legs, you won’t feel pain right? You know, since we can’t see it.” She spat.

The boy spluttered and a few of his friends snickered.

“That’s what I thought. Leave her alone.” Imelda told him, and the boy hurried off in fear. She turned to MC, who smiled at her thankfully. She nodded back and zoomed off into the sky, leaving MC to laugh at the image of the boy’s face ingrained in her memory.

[queenveela]

First smut fic I’ve ever written, Sebastian x Avian (my mc). This was so much fun to write, please enjoy!

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content, NSFW activities, language, forceful kissing, slight vaginal fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, jealousy, slight manipulation, praise kink, dirty talk, fluff, alot of romance

Synopsis: Since their first kiss after riding Highwing together (see my other fic “The Love Story of Sebastian Sallow and Avian Grey” not necessary to enjoy this story but useful if you want to know more about their background together) Avian and Sebastian have been an official couple for a couple of weeks now..when she sees another girl flirting with him she gets jealous, and it ends up leading to their first time...

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“Their First Time”

“Natty...do you know who that is?”

Avian said as she nodded her head to gesture to the far end of the clock tower entrance, there her boyfriend stood talking to a girl about a foot shorter than him.

“I don't know, I think she's a fifth year... she just joined”

They were waiting for the next round of Crossed Wands to start, he hadn’t noticed Avian's arrival yet. She couldn’t help but take notice of the girl's body movements, she seemed to be laughing at everything he was saying, a slight blush apparent on her face.

“Hmm I see”

There was an unsettling calmness in her voice, that made even Natty nervous

And then it happened, this “fifth year” had the gall to place her hand on her boyfriend's arm..oh it was over now. Avian had always been good at hiding her jealousy, except from Natty who clearly knew what was up.

“Ave don’t”

“Oh dont worry” her voice rising an octave as it adopted a sadistic undertone. I'm not going to talk to her, she said scanning the room for her weapon of choice.. who was she going to use in her ploy? She eventually locked her eyes onto Leander Prewett. .

“Perfect”  After all, he and Seb were always quite competitive with each other when it came to dueling. She knew this would piss him off.

“What are you going to-”

But before Natty could finish her question, Ave was already making her way over to Leander.

She waited for an opportune time when Sebastian was looking in their direction. As soon as he did she removed her hair tie, letting her hair flow down beneath her hips, she knew he couldn't look away when she did that, she passed the tie to Leander.

“Sorry, Leander, my hair is a bit of a mess and I would hate for it to get in the way during my next duel, do you think you could help me tie it back properly?”

“Oh um sure” he said nervously blushing, afterall she was one of the most beautiful girls at Hogwarts.

“Thanks” she said turning around allowing him to put her hair back in a ponytail, his hands shaking furiously as he assisted her in tying her up

“Th-there I hope that's ok”

“Oh that's great thank you” she said smirking with the satisfaction of knowing the Sebastian was watching the whole thing

Her smirk didn't last long though as she turned around to see him standing behind Leander, his arms crossed, his eyes held an unnerving stillness that caught even Avian by surprise, she’d known he'd be annoyed but this was… different. before she had time to say anything he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit.

“Seb what- are you?”

“Lets go” he said in a hushed tone

“Wait Seb the duel”

“Don't worry about the duel” he hissed

He led them to the undercroft “get in” he said bitterly, gesturing towards the entrance

“Fine.” she said, rolling her eyes as she entered.

As soon as they were both in the lift, Avian felt a sudden thud as Seb pushed her against the wall into a kiss. Annoyed with him she tried to resist, but this kiss felt different from the sensual passionate kisses she was used to, it was forceful, aggressive even. She started to give into it, until the sudden impact of the lift hitting the ground of the undercroft caused them to break apart.

There was a moment of silence, just the heaviness of their breaths could be heard until Sebastian broke it.

“Ave…What the hell was that out there” he whispered harshly

“I should be asking you that question, who was that?”

“What on earth do you mean” he looked genuinely confused

“That fifth year who touched you!”

“What do you- oh you mean that girl I was just talking with?

Avian scoffed “She looked like she had a lot more than talking on her mind”

“What are you even-?”

“Oh come on seb she was clearly flirting with you”

“So you thought you’d go over Leander Prewett of all people and ask him to play with your hair? Are you trying to anger me?

“He wasn't playing with it,I just asked him to tie it up for me and so what if I was? it clearly got your attention” she sneered

She knew she was pushing his buttons, but she was willing to take the risk, after all she was just as fired up.

“Ave..she was trying out. She was asking me for advice. “

“She’s lucky you took me away before the duel, I would have destroyed her”

The anger on his face began to fade into a smirk as he realized what was happening

Ha! so that's it then, your jealous.

“N-no I'm not, you're the jealous one!”

He was edging closer to her now, he had the look on his face that even she couldn't resist..that same one he had when he’d defended her in the library…there was a certain confidence in the way he raised his brows, a coolness in his those amber eyes that captivated her to no end, she found herself backed into different wall this time unable to escape.

“Avian Grey, the crossed wands champion and beater that all the other quidditch players fear is  jealous of a fifth year”

“Shut up”  she turned away desperate to hide the fact that she was blushing furiously

He chuckled, gently grabbing her chin to pull her into soft kiss

“Your so cute when you get like that”

“Like what?” she muttered shyly

“Nervous” he whispered “…nobody else ever gets to see you like that”

“You have nothing to be jealous of Ave” he continued “..although I do admit I do sort of like it” he teased

“Pot calling the kettle black more like- you just went ballistic all because I  asked Leander to tie my hair back”

“Your right-”  he whispered  “and Merlin knows what would've happened if we stayed there”

he began to plant kisses along her jawline, ……..

“so please”…

He pleaded, his voice slowly seducing her as he interwove each sentence with a kiss

“Don't ever let anyone touch you again..I don't know if I can control myself if that happens…”

he planted the final kiss on her lips.

“Because your the only one for me”

She felt herself melting at his words, the way he was staring at her, the way his eyebrows furrowed upwards with desperation, the way his eyes stared into hers with so much longing it was almost unbearable. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted it now. She found herself grabbing his hand and forcefully placing it on her breast…

“Then touch me”… she commanded in a hushed tone suddenly regaining her composure

He was shocked by her sudden boldness “Ave what are you”

“I’m yours..so touch me…take my clothes off”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

You know exactly what I said”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind”

He crashed his lips against hers as they began to undress each other. He was frantically tugging at her buttons  before eventually just ripping her shirt apart. He vehemently yanked out her hair tie as if to remove any evidence of someone else having touched her even if it was just her hair. They had stripped down so that they were only wearing their bottom undergarments

Avian stood before him looking away nervously, her hands crossed over her chest as she covered her breasts. There she was again showing her vulnerable side..the side that he found so endearing.

It's not like she wasn't aware of how attractive she was either, Leanders reaction when she had asked him to tie her hair back was often the case when she spoke to most of the male students. However, this was her first time exposing herself to someone, and that someone was Sebastian.

“Ave…its ok let me see them”

“What if you don't like them?”

“Don't be daft” he chuckled as he gently guiding her arms away from her chest

He froze for a moment upon seeing her for the first time with her breasts exposed. They were just as he had imagined, beautifully curved, voluptuous, firm.. He gently placed his hand on one of them. She quivered at the sudden skin to skin contact. “Its okay” he whispered giving her a peck on the lips “they’re perfect” before taking one of her erect nipples in his mouth earning, a moan from Avian, as he continued to suck on it before flicking his tongue against it, he could feel her relaxing into his hold as he took her other breast in his hand and began squeezing her other nipple.

“Ah Seb-” his confidence building with each moan, causing him to get more and more into it

He began kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her body.. Desperate to taste all of her. His fingers brushed against the fabric of her pants, causing her to gasp. They were already soaked through, he slowly inserted two fingers inside one after the other.“We've barely done anything and your already so wet darling” he teased

“Shut u-” but her shut up was cut off by her own moan as he dug his fingers deeper inside her

“I want to taste it” he whispered impatiently

He placed his robe down on the floor before picking  her up and gently placing her down. He traced kisses along her abdomen down to her inner thighs

“Seb i”

“Shh it's okay, just relax”

He slowly removed her underwear, lowering his head just above her pussy. He found himself almost hypnotized by its delicate aroma, so this was Avian’s scent... Without a moment's hesitation he slid his tongue between her folds, licking in upwards motion causing her to cry out.

“Ah seb”

“Ave you taste incredible”

He had to have more, he found himself ravenous, lapping up her juices as if he'd been starved for days, her moans were getting progressively louder, She nearly lost it, arching her back, interweaving her fingers with his messy brunette locks, desperate to pull his tongue deeper between the walls of her sex.

He stopped for a second dying to see what she looked like as she begged him to keep going.

“Please…don’t…stop”  she pleaded.

She was purring and writhing underneath him, desperate for  him to give her more, her cheeks burning with pleasure, her lips parted and her bare chest pulsating as she panted barely able to get her words out.. And then she did something unexpected, she took her long slender fingers pulling her folds apart letting her juices dripped down her inner thighs, as if inviting him to devour her.

“Seb..please…”

He was so turned on, the tightness of his pants was starting to get painful, he so badly wanted to break free, and stick his aching cock inside her, but not without seeing her come first.

He covered her swollen clit with his lips, sucking on it, pushing his tongue against it causing her to let out a shriek, she was now thrashing in place, Seb wrapped his arm around her legs to hold her down as he continued to assault her clit with his tongue.

“Seb-im coming….Sebastian-”

He nearly felt himself lose it as she screamed his name, her entire body convulsing as she came against his lips, her juices dripping down the sides of his mouth, before she collapsed back down to the floor.

He laid down next to her, bringing her into a kiss, letting her taste herself on his mouth.

“Your amazing” he whispered reassuringly

She smiled, as she ran her fingers along his chest and shoulders admiring the definition that had developed from his apparent growth spurt and years of dueling.

Having made herself completely vulnerable to him, having seen how he hungered over her naked body, she now felt her power come back to her. It was her turn to devour him…

“Seb I want you to..finish inside me” she whispered.

She could feel the heat rising in his body, as she sprinkled kisses along his freckled skin.

“S-sorry?”

“Don't make me repeat it”

“Have you done it before?”

“No..I haven't”

“Me neither..”

“Are you sure? You don't have too if your not ready”

She brushed her fingers against his bulge “Seb please”

He had to take a second to assess whether he was dreaming before starting to remove his underwear, apparently not fast enough as Avian began pulling them down herself. He felt a sudden relief as his cock came free from its restraints.

There was an immediate look of satisfaction on her face upon seeing it for the first time, she felt a jolt from Sebasastian as she traced her fingers along it length admiring its size and thickness.

“It's perfect” she whispered in his ear, proceeding to lower herself.

She loved how hard he was for her, his veins throbbing and some pre-cum already starting to appear.

“Ave what are you-

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt Avian’s soft lips against his tip, a hot wetness engulfed him causing him to let out a sharp gasp as she took his cock in her mouth, she began moving her head up and down letting her tongue slide against his shaft, her movements becoming faster and deeper. Nothing could have prepared him for the ecstasy of it all, the sensation of it, the sight of it, the way she looked with her lips around him, and how her glowing gold eyes looked into his as she did it. He had fantasized about her since day one, could this really be happening?

“Ahh ave–this is…..”

She smirked, the way he looked at her.. she’d never felt so beautiful, she wanted him to want her even more as she proceeded to rub his cock between her breasts, knowing the sight of it would send him over the edge.

“Fuck”

She took his cock in her mouth again, this time jamming the tip against the back of her throat causing Sebastian to yell out, His eyes rolled back as he found himself grabbing her hair pushing himself further into her.

Ave… if you.. keep this up…i'm going to…

No matter how hard he tried, He couldn't hold it any longer as he released into her mouth. A few seconds passed as he sat there catching his breath, watching her as she smugly looked back wiping away any excess semen that she hadn't already swallowed, clearly pleased with her ability to make him finish so quickly. “I guess you just couldn't wait” she teased “we’ll just have to make you hard again”

It didn't take long for him to regain his erection, as they lay on the floor exchanging kisses for several more minutes,  the warmth of their naked bodies pressing against each other. When they broke apart he gave her a gentle peck on the nose as he caressed her face.

“Are you ready love?” he whispered.

She nodded, a soft smile appearing on her face.

“I love you Ave” he said sensually spreading kisses along her face and body “I've wanted this for so long”

“I love you too Sebastian..you have no idea”  

He smiled back at her, his eyes fixated on her with such fondness and warmth, she had become his everything.

“I'll start off gentle” he whispered as he lined his cock up with her entrance “let me know if you need to stop”

He teased her entrance with his tip, causing her to let a soft whimper before sliding it all the way inside earning a gasp from both of them. He could feel her heat overtake him, her walls tightening around him, as he filled her with his length.

“Fuck Ave, you feel amazing”

Euphoria overcame both of them, as they continued, His movements slowly getting harder and faster, until a mix of loud moans, heavy breathing, and skin smacking together could be heard echoing through the undercroft as he started pounding into her at an unrelenting tempo.

“Seb…your cock..it feels..so good.”

“God I love you so much”

She wrapped her legs around his torso, he pulled her up towards him into a heated kiss grabbing her hips guiding her movements as she spread herself onto his lap, he took one of breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple, causing her to let of a scream of pleasure as they continued to make love to one another. After a few minutes in that position, she playfully pushed at  his chest back with her fingers

“Lie down” she ordered in a hushed tone.

He laid back allowing her to adjust herself on top of him. She began to rock her hips back and forth, he could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter as she continued to ride him. The sight of her was unreal, Her skin had acquired a dewiness, it glistened from sweat that caused her icy locks to cling to her skin tracing lines across and swirls across her breasts and abdomen. Stunning was an understatement. He couldn’t help but revel in the way her loose strands of hair skimmed his skin when she leaned forward to kiss him, the way her breasts shook as she pushed her g spot against the end of his cock, the look of pleasure in her face and the way his name escaped her mouth.

“Seb, I’m coming!”

“Fuck..Avian..”

“Sebastian!”

He gave one last powerful thrust as he grabbed her hips holding them in place. She could feel a shockwave pulsate through her entire body, her walls clenching his cock desperately as he emptied into her, they both stayed there panting for a few moments before she collapsed into him,  he wrapped his arms around her, kissing he top of her head as he began to stroke her hair.

“You did so good my love, that was…I can’t even describe it”

“I'm sorry about earlier” she murmured burying her face into his chest

“It’s ok, I'm sorry for reacting the way I did”

“To be fair, if I didn't make you jealous, this wouldn't have happened today…Maybe you should be thanking me” she teased

“It was going to happen sooner or later, you have no idea how much i've had to hold back during our make out sessions, I had half the mind to rip your clothes off outside when we kissed on that cliff the first time”

“Sebastian!” she giggled playful hitting his arm

A few seconds of silence passed

“So..was that …your first time..?” She asked

“Yes.. what about you?”

“Yeah..”

“Wait so why did it feel like you'd done this before? I mean christ Ave..when you..”

“I did alot of research, there's books you can find in Hogsmeade you know..and also me and the other Slytherin girls do talk..you’ll be surprised what you can learn in the dorms”

“Ah…”  he said, relieved, he had been secretly hoping it was her first time, the thought of anyone else having done this with her drove him mad.

“Oh and by the way were definitely doing this tomorrow”  she said in in an indisputable manner

“We have to wait till tomorrow?  He groaned “How about later tonight?”

“Seb, be realistic, you think you can come more than twice a day?

“If it's with you definitely, who did you think i've thought for the past 3 years when i..”

“ Okay fine…meet me after potions.” she said, a slight blush returning to her face  before realization hit her “Wait…what if Ominis walks in..he’ll probably stop by after classes”

“Oh whatever, let him, it’ll probably turn him on hearing us anyway

“Seb!-”

“Ok fine i’ll come up with a distraction”

—--------

A few days later they were sitting in their N.E.W.T level class for charms, they had been sharing a table with Ominis, Poppy and Imedla. They heard the sound of the door opening as Professor Ronen stepped out of his office to start class.

“Hello class, today we’re going to be learning about the “anti-alohomora” charm. Can anyone tell me the purpose of such a spell?”

“Professor Ronen” Said Avian raising her hand

“Yes Miss Grey” He replied turning towards her

“My ankle is killing me, I got hit with a bludger during practice this morning… I think I need to go to the infirmary…”

“Ok.. go ahead, but remember to see me afterwards so I can catch you up”

“Actually, the pain is quite bad, I’m not sure if I can get there by myself, I might need someone to assist me”

“Professor, I can take her,'' said Sebastian, standing up almost immediately.

“Ok fine Mr. Sallow… go ahead” an air of suspicion apparent in his voice

As soon as they exited the room Imedla turned to Poppy and Ominis.

“Thats the third time they’ve gone to the “infirmary” this week, they’re definitely fucking, also I was with her at practice this morning and that definitely did not happen! - If anything she was the one causing injury to the bludgers.” she murmured under her breath

“They're going to get a detention soon if they keep this up” Poppy added

“Oh I think detention is the least of their concerns..” remarked Ominis rolling his eyes.

As soon as they were out of Ronen’s sight, they burst into laughter, his fingers interlacing with hers as he guided her down to the undercroft.

They could barely wait to get inside as he pushed her against its entrance, sealing her lips with his, using a free hand to reach for his wand and unlocking the door. Once open he pushed her inside with him “I love you Mr. Sallow” she whispered against his lips, giggling “I love you too Miss Grey” he replied his mischievous smile pressing up against hers, as he proceeded to shut the door behind them into a world of ultimate bliss.

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Another terrible attempt at poetry ahead, and introducing Henry Abbott (if we were to link this to the canon, he may be a great great uncle/great great grandfather to Hannah Abbott hee hee). I might do more of these in the coming chapters. It's fun brainstorming another relative to the canon characters.

Masterlist

Chapter 7

It had been a while since Norah had a girls-only hangout with Natty and Poppy. The three of them opted to study together near the kneazle pens, at the spot where Highwing used to drop in. Norah gladly let the hippogriff out to hang around them while she had her time to fly in the open before returning to the vivarium again.

The more there is, the less you see The answer to this riddle is another step to find me Your wit, your banter Most are truly lucky to encounter Indeed like the wife of the famous sleuth The answer to this may reveal some truth Whisper it to a close friend, and remember, The answer also means foreseeing danger.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note on another night.

Your Nick

"Merlin, this Nick must think I'm as smart as a Ravenclaw," Norah sighed as she read the note over and over again, making the two girls look up from writing their assignments.

Natty and Poppy giggled. "You say that yet you managed to do everything you did in fifth year," The Gryffindor pointed out. "You will figure it out."

"Darkness," Norah blurted out, still staring at the note. "The answer to the riddle is darkness."

The two girls broke out into fits of laughter. "What did I say? I told you!" Natty pointed out, almost looking victorious. "No wonder this Nick admires you. I say he's truly mad for you, and this is his only way of expressing it."

"I've been reading this since last night, so it's taken me a while to figure it out."

"That's so romantic," Poppy swooned. "Can you imagine it? Norah might end up getting a boyfriend from Ronen's assignment."

The thought seemed to make Norah stare at the note even longer, nearly spilling her ink bottle. She didn't even know how she felt about this person. "Easy now, Poppy, it's too soon, don't you think? Ronen just started this assignment," She said with a slight chuckle. "With everything we're doing, I'd rather fight Ranrok again."

Natty somewhat sensed how uncomfortable she had gotten, and patted her on the shoulder. "Poppy's just too enamored with the one who took her name, leaving her love notes and gifts. She was like that during Care of Magical Creatures earlier," She said. "I think she already knows who it is."

Poppy's smile only grew wider as she nodded. "Andrew! It's Andrew Larson!" She said, holding up the yellow card that had her name on it.

"How did you know it was Andrew?" Norah was curious.

"He told me he was going to take my name from the board," Poppy replied.

They stared at her. "Merlin, he must fancy you loads," Norah said. "He was the one who left you bonbons in Herbology, wasn't he?"

Poppy nodded excitedly. They knew of her crush on the Ravenclaw boy since they started hanging out more often. She couldn't admit this to Amit, out of fear that he might tell Andrew, but surprisingly, it seemed like Andrew felt the same way. Norah guessed that if they had gotten around to brewing amortentia, Poppy could only smell things that would remind her of him.

"Who do you think took your name?" Norah rounded on the Gryffindor this time.

It was when a smile crept up on her face, shyness somehow coming over her. "I have a feeling it's that Ravenclaw boy, Henry Abbott," She said, showing her the red and gold card with her name on it.

"Whoa, it seems like two of my friends are fancying Ravenclaw boys," Norah chuckled. "It must be their wit and charm. If Amit didn't become my good friend, I think I would've fancied him too."

Natty shook her head profusely, but Norah could tell that a blush was spreading across her cheeks. "No, no! I don't fancy him! Not at all!" She tried to deny, but the Slytherin girl only gave her a look. "Well, he is rather handsome. He tried his hand at Crossed Wands the other day, and he made it to the second round."

Norah looked impressed. "He must have been fancying you since we took down Harlow in fifth-year," She said. "That's always a story you can brag about. And breaking into that Ashwinder camp."

The blush on Natty's cheeks only seemed to be more evident. "I wonder what my mother would think, me possibly getting a date to the Yule Ball, or possibly a boyfriend. Ronen's assignment ends the day before the house party too. I hope he comes."

"I hope so too. I don't think I've got any classes with Abbott this year," Norah tried to recall, shaking her head when she couldn't. She smiled, amused at how her two friends were gaining romantic attention. She was absolutely happy for them. Poppy with Andrew, Natty with Henry, Amit and Samantha maybe, but what about Sebastian and Ominis? She didn't really get to ask them about their efforts. But did she really want to know? There was a nagging thought at the back of her head that maybe she didn't, but she wanted them to be happy after what they went through in fifth year.

Highwing landed while Poppy and Norah gave her some of the cauldron cakes the Hufflepuff girl took from the kitchens. The white hippogriff happily devoured the cakes while Norah brushed her feathers, the winged beast enjoying the care and attention given to her.

The familiar sinking feeling was coming back again, something Norah felt in waves. There were a lot of things she needed to do, and what she told Professor Weasley still held true. The power she ended up taking in from the repository was filled with the pain and sadness, from everyone Isidora took from. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of being sad and being angry. The grief she felt seemed to only add onto this feeling that grew stronger. It was getting difficult to focus whenever it came.

But with everything that needed to be done for their classes, Norah knew she needed to hold it out a bit longer. She needed to be strong.

They heard a slight commotion coming from the Flying Class lawn. The all-too-familiar setup of Summoner's Court had appeared, making several students who were nearby excited. "Norah! Norah!" Samantha Dale was waving at her to come over.

"Back in the nabsack, Highwing, I'll let you back in the vivarium later," Norah quickly opened the bag, in which the hippogriff happily returned. She sighed, turning to Natty and Poppy. "I wonder who's up for playing this year."

"Ooh! Might we see Nick amongst the crowd?" Poppy grinned as they cleared out their things to approach the platform.

Norah and Natty side-eyed her, shaking their heads in amusement. But the closer they got, the more they, Natty in particular, realized who was up to try their hand at Summoner's Court this year. Henry stepped up, looking as determined as ever next to Leander, who challenged him. "Non-verbal Summoner's Court, the ever-changing game," the redhead declared, to cheers from some of the crowd.

Norah and Poppy started to giggle when they saw Natty get flustered, trying to hide behind them. It was easy to see why Natty, and possibly everyone else, might have fancied Henry.

He was as tall as Leander and had an intelligent looking face. Henry also happened to come from a family of purebloods, which mattered to those who were particular about it. His green eyes shone like emeralds and couldn't even be obscured by the wire-framed glasses he wore and his blonde hair that was tousled in a way that he meant to do so. In short, Henry was seen as one of the most handsome boys in Hogwarts.

"Oh, Henry Abbott finally trying his hand at non-verbal Summoner's Court," Samantha was grinning next to them. "If he gets past Leander, he's got me next, and then Grace, and then Charlotte, and then Professor Ronen," She tilted her head toward Norah. "And then you."

Norah sighed. "Me too? Really?"

"Yes, as the reigning Summoner's Court champion, you're the final opponent Henry faces if he gets past the rest of us and Ronen," Samantha looked proud.

"Then I look forward to being defeated," Norah looked impressed at Henry's turns, as well as Leander's efforts to knock the other balls out non-verbally. "What?" She laughed when Natty nudged her.

"You shouldn't go easy on Henry, just because I like him," The Gryffindor mumbled. "Let him win on his own."

Norah laughed. "Alright, alright, I won't go easy on your summoner," She teased.

Just after she said it, Henry had beaten Leander, whose face was ruddy from experiencing quite a loss in front of a crowd of people. The Ravenclaw managed to spot Natty in the crowd and smiled with a knowing look. "Well then, looks like Abbott's got me to face next," Samantha grinned. "Don't worry Natty, we promise not to go easy on Abbott," She said, making the Gryffindor girl even more flustered.

"Chin up, Leander!" Norah made sure to encourage the redhead, who seemed to be sulking even as Henry shook his hand, showing some sportsmanship. "Congratulations Henry!"

Both boys seemed to wave at her direction before walking off in separate directions. Samantha shot Natty another mischievous look before running off to catch up with her fellow Ravenclaw. "I believe he was inspired by Miss Onai over here to win," Poppy smiled.

"Bloody hell, best believe, I will be there when Nick makes himself known to you, Norah," Natty warned.

-

When free period hit, Norah thought to make another return to the map chamber, wanting to see if what she was thinking would work. Taking the enchanted wand she had made with the pensieve artifacts, she was about to head down to the bell tower when she saw Ominis also on his way, followed by Sebastian.

"Norah?" The blonde suddenly asked. "I heard Henry Abbott's having a go at becoming the new Summoner's Court champion."

Without thinking, she grabbed both of them by their sleeves, taking them by surprise as they followed her out of the common room. There was no better way to let them know what she planned to do than by pulling them along with her. "North tower dungeon, you-know-where," She muttered.

"Alright, alright, I think we got what you mean," Sebastian pulled his arm back, curiously following her, as did Ominis.

"Are we going back there again?" Ominis questioned.

"Yes, there's something I need to try before I can proceed," She said quietly, low enough for them to hear, but not audible enough for anyone else to catch them. "I need you two to be there just in case."

"Just in case of what?" Sebastian was getting concerned, as was Ominis, whose often calm expression changed into that of worry.

"In case I might not make it out? I don't know, but I thought you two, most of all, should know, right?" She said.

"If this is going to get you killed, surely there must be another way," Ominis surprisingly, reached out for her wrist as they went down the stairs leading to the dungeons where the so-called sleeping dragon was. "Norah, please tell me you're not going to get yourself killed."

"I don't think it'll be harmful, but it might take a lot out of me," Norah assured him, patting his hand as they went down the spiral staircase that finally led to the map chamber. She knew to pack a lot of wiggenweld potions in case it would once again be a repeat of fifth year.

It was as if it had only just happened. She was barely holding on when she mustered up the remaining strength she had and delivered the final blow to Ranrok, effectively killing him. With only a drop of wiggenweld potion left on her, she barely made it out of the caverns alive had it not for Professor Sharp and Professor Hecat, who found her and brought her to the hospital wing. Nurse Blainey tended to her wounds in the quiet hospital wing, under the watchful eyes of Sharp and Hecat. Professor Onai also checked on her while she recovered.

"We'll be standing by, ready," Sebastian was the one to assure her this time, when she opened the doors of the map chamber.

The three of them stood on the edge, away from the space that revealed the map of the country, including the four locations of the keeper trials. Norah took out the white wand from her bag and tried to concentrate.

The wand began to emit a light, and to Sebastian's and her amazement, the floor revealing the map further lowered to reveal another set of stairs and the door. "Bloody hell," the freckled brunette muttered, staring at what was in front of him.

"It worked," Norah said, still as amazed. "It's going to work after all," She felt relief. But it wasn't over just yet. "I have to send an owl to Professor Weasley about this."

"So this is what you went to Professor Weasley about, wasn't it?" Sebastian said.

"Yes," Norah admitted. She hated how she could find herself being vulnerable with them. "This power, the ancient magic from the repository down there. It's too much to bear for me. I feel everything, I feel the pain from all the people Isidora Morganach took from. It was wrong of me to use this, to try and build on it without really considering the consequences."

Ominis's expression turned from worry to sad. Sebastian's expression also fell. "I just hope it's not too late to rebuild it. One day, it will be reopened, to people willing to learn about it. I am the living keeper of this magic, and when the time comes that we can reopen it again, knowing what it can bring."

Sebastian tried to wrap his head around what she was saying. But it was also then that he realized how much pressure she was under. Even Ominis was beginning to understand why she felt what she was feeling. The way she had been trying to stay strong until she couldn't, not wanting to be seen as weak because Merlin forbid she disappoint anyone.

Her wand-bearing hand fell to her side as she looked down. "I can't keep this power. I can guard it, but I will not take it upon myself to use it for my own gain," She said quietly. "This is what Professor Fig, Miriam, George, Lodgok, and many others died for."

"Norah," Sebastian said as carefully as possible. "We can never know what it's like to be in your place. Ominis said it when we went to Keenbridge, and I think it bears repeating. Please don't throw yourself into something dangerous without knowing that there are people around you that will help you. You need only ask. You know I'll be there for you."

"We can't carry the burden you may have on your shoulders for you," Ominis chimed in. "But we can help you walk."

That was all she could say about how she was feeling. If she told them that she would never forgive herself if any one of them got seriously hurt. Just as how she couldn't seem to forgive herself for Professor Fig's death. Even Lodgok's death felt like it was her fault. All the more she knew she needed to make things right, even if it seemed to be too late.

When the floor moved back up, covering the door that led to the caverns, Sebastian stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in a big hug. Ominis put a hand on her back, rubbing circles to sooth her. Sebastian tried to hold back the urge to kiss the side of her head, and instead hugged her a little tighter. He wanted her to know that he would always be there for her, and that he never wanted to see her unhappy or feel like everything was her responsibility.

The three of them quietly left the map chamber, the mood having become a little somber following Norah's explanation. This mood didn't last for very long, and Sebastian's expression changed into that from supportive into slightly annoyed when as they returned to the common room, Violet McDowell handed Norah another letter from Nick.

To Norah Lee,

Tear one off and scratch my head, What once was red is black instead. Answer this riddle to get to me, You've answered my riddles easily. I've always admired this about you, So be assured that my feelings are true. Whisper this to a close friend's ear, You'll never know, that your summoner's near.

You will know if you are right, Wait again tomorrow night.

Your Nick

"A match," Norah replied, pocketing the letter.

"A match? Did he give you another riddle?" Ominis asked.

"Yes he did," Norah said. Turning to Sebastian, she explained what she had been receiving. "But it seems like he's trying to give himself away now that we're getting closer to the end of Ronen's assignment."

"Well, I'm set to meet mine at the party. She said she wouldn't be making herself known on the end of the assignment yet," Sebastian frowned.

"What about you, Ominis?" Norah turned to the blonde.

Ominis shook his head, as if on reflex. "I'm not telling either of you. You'll have to know when I figure out who she may be," He said. "I believe I best be going back to my bed and finish my Transfiguration essay."

He quickly went in the direction of the boys' dormitory, leaving Sebastian and Norah in the common room. "He must be writing to Anne again, isn't he?" Norah smiled

"Perhaps. But I genuinely think he's still got to finish it. We were working on it in the library," Sebastian shrugged. "How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"Better than earlier, thank you," She nodded. Norah went over to the chairs nearest to the windows looking underwater, where Ominis would tease the first-years about mermaids. To their amusement, there were still some first-years on the lookout for mermaids. They soon tried to disperse them gathering, telling them that they wouldn't see some, at least in the part of the lake where their common room was.

"Nerida Roberts can tell you all about the mermaids if you're curious," Norah told them, and they walked away, talking amongst themselves about what she told them. "She'll be the future liason for the mermaids in the ministry soon."

The way Norah managed to get them to disperse and keep their interest was amazing to Sebastian. He had always liked that about her, how she was able to get through to anyone. With what she revealed earlier, Sebastian hoped he could return the favor, and he was determined to be there for her no matter what.

[queenveelaog]

* I’m not longer posting on this page, I’m moving everything over to my primary tumblr @queenveela, so I can interact more directly with the fandom since secondary doesn’t allow that option  all posts will be transferred there, and all HL stuff will be posted there going forward.

The Love Story of Sebastian Sallow and Avian Grey

Summary: Avian tries to cheer Sebastian up by taking him to meet Highwing, all the meanwhile they’ve been holding in their feelings for quite some time, what will happen next?

A/N: I really love Sebastian and my MC Avian. I wanted both of them to find happiness after everything they’ve been through. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I’d love to hear everyone thoughts

Word Count: 3.4K+

Themes: Fluff, Pining, Flirting, Confessions, Making out, Slight Suggestiveness, Slight angst? Sebastian thirsting hard over mc lol

Warnings: All charaters aged up to 18+, Potential Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy

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Sebastian Sallow sat alone in the silence of the undercroft, He was supposed to be meeting Avian that night, his close friend and dueling partner, however his arrival a few minutes earlier caused him to stumble upon some old textbooks. A letter had fallen out of one of them- a letter from his sister Anne. As he scanned the contents of the letter, He was overcome with a sense of longing as he sighed to himself, recalling a time when they were still close and on better speaking terms, before his path to darkness had brought strain upon their relationship. 

“Seb-” he heard a familiar voice call to him, he looked up to see Avian standing before him. She stood there for a moment, her eyes affixed to the letter in his hand, her brows furrowed as if to contemplate her next move, she proceeded to grab him by the arm, pulling him towards the undercroft's exit.

“Ave? wh-”

“Come with me” 

“Hang on, we still haven't had our rematch yet.” (they were supposed to have another duel after peeves disrupted their last round of crossed wands)

“Change of plan, I want to show you something”

“Does it involve breaking school rules?” 

“Possibly” she replied with  a playful glint in her eyes

“Fine” he said letting the painful thoughts leave his mind to focus on the girl before him

He remembered the night she first arrived as if it were yesterday. A barrage of whispers echoed throughout the great hall as its doors opened to reveal the new fifth year student everyone had been speculating about. He could see her white hair trailing behind her as she made her way up to the sorting hat “interesting color” he thought. A few seconds later the sorting hat could be heard belting “Slytherin”. A series of cheers erupted around him, as his fellow Slytherins applauded its choice, welcoming their new housemate over. She sat down at the far end of the table, not close enough for him to observe her features in detail, but atleast from afar he could make out that she seemed “quite pretty”.

It wasn't until the next morning that he really got to look at her, and he wasn't exactly prepared for it either. He had been skimming over a book, one he'd managed to sneak out of the restricted section no doubt, scouring the pages for any inkling of knowledge that could help Anne, as he flipped through its pages he found himself getting increasingly frustrated at the lack of useful information within its contents . He could feel someone approaching him, an annoying first year presumably or perhaps Imelda coming over to make a snarky comment about his most recent detention, letting his frustration get the better of him he let out an annoyed “can I help you?” but as he looked up to see who was standing there his composure suddenly changed, “ah..you’re the new fifth year” he has been immediately captivated upon seeing her so close.

Afterall, there was no doubting Avian's good looks. She possessed a surreal sort of beauty that was unlike anything he'd seen before. Her icy white locks fell just below her shoulders, she had the sides tied up in a half pony-tail (as she often did, which caused  Seb to wonder at times what it would look like completely undone.) Her golden-green eyes seemed to possess pensieve-like translucency while her strong jawline and high cheekbones seemed to imply a sense of dignity only natural for a slytherin such as herself.

What sealed his infatuation with her, however, was their duel that day in Professor Hecat’s class. She had impressed him, nobody had beaten Sebastian before, not at dueling. And in that moment where his body hit the ground signifying defeat he decided he wanted to -no, he  needed to know everything about her. And so it was no surprise that when Professor Weasley asked him to escort her to hogsmeade he found himself agreeing without a moment's hesitation.

And as they trekked up to Hogsmeade, he found himself trying to impress her with stories of his escapades into the restricted section. Meanwhile she clapped back at any/and all comments with wit that seemed to border on mild flirtation causing him to fall further under her spell.

And while there was no denying the fun they had together breaking into the restricted section, topping the ranks in cross wands, and fighting off all sorts of riff-raff in pursuit of their goals their relationship wasn’t always perfect. You see, they both possessed an unyielding sense of ambition attune to their slytherin nature. He had been set on finding a cure for his sister Anne, and she on her journey to defeat Ranrok and hone her special abilities.  The extremes they were both willing to go to in their search for answers took them down a dark path, one that had resulted in undoable consequences and emotional turmoil . 

 He had become comfortable enough in her presence to allow the darker side of his personality to make an appearance, one that could be cruel at times. Despite his feelings for her she was not spared from his bouts of anger and frustration which almost caused a rift in their friendship.  Nonetheless, she stayed by his side, forgiving any and all flaws, as if she could see straight through the harsh exterior that seemed to shield the person suffering underneath it all. 

He was in love with her, and he was pretty sure she felt the same, the trouble is he didnt know how to tell her. It’s not like he wasn’t confident, he had always possessed a charismatic charm that in addition to his handsome looks and reputation as crossed wands champion made him quite popular among his peers. Avian was the only thing that slightly intimidated him.

She led him out of the undercroft towards the astronomy wing, they made their way down a long hallway till Avian stopped at a specific section of bricks. Within a few seconds the bricks suddenly began to shuffle making way for a mass of silver vines to spring up from the ground and form a door.

Sebastian gave her a look of anticipation, she gave him a slight nod in response urging him to open it.

He was immediately taken aback by the gargantuan nature of the space they walked into. A large glass dome sat in the center of its ceiling allowing light to illuminate the room’s large tile floor. Walls of wooden panels surrounded the room, adorned by mirrors and various portraits. At the center of the far wall sat a large glass structure that seemed to glow with possibilities. 

“What is this place?” He whispered in astonishment 

“The room of requirement, Professor Weasley showed it to me in fifth year, it was meant to be a place for me to study in peace so I could catch up with the other fifth years”

“Hang on, why am I only just hearing of this?”

“Hm I suppose I really never thought about it since we already have undercroft and all...I'm not  really supposed to tell anyone, so keep it a secret alright?”

“First the veela thing and now this? do you have anything else you want to tell me? (Sebastian was referring to the fact that he had only recently been made aware of Avian’s veela heritage)

 “As a matter of fact, I do!” she grabbed him once again, guiding  him towards the large glass structure he had first observed upon entering.

A sudden burst of light engulfed them as they entered through its tall archway, fading to a grassy meadow, and infinite blue sky.

Seb suddenly felt something rub against his leg, he looked down to see a group of kneazles staring up at him. 

“Merlins beard” he gasped “Ave what is this?”

“A vivarium, it's a sanctuary for all the beasts Poppy and I rescued when we took down all those poacher camps in fifth year.

“Its brilliant” 

“It is, isn't it?” she said looking around, as if she was seeing it for the first time herself 

A large bird-like creature suddenly came up behind Avian, nudging her with its beak. Sebastian found something endearing about the way she turned around the greet it. A playfulness only reserved for those close to her.

“Sebastian, meet Highwing”

“ A hippogriff? Ave How did you-?

“Poppy introduced us back in fifth year, and then Natty and I ended up having to rescue her from rookwoods lot”

“Unbelievable” 

“Come on best to introduce yourself, I’ll show you”

She lead him through the hippogriff greeting ritual, telling him when to bow and when to make eye contact, Highwing accepted him almost immediately returning his bows before nudging him to pet her

 “See, she likes you!” said Avian excitedly

“She’s magnificent” he said, continuing to look at Highwing in awe.

He turned back towards Avian who was giving Sebastian a look he knew all to well the “were about to do something were not supposed to” look

“Do you….want to ride her?”

“Do you really have to ask?”  he replied a mischievous grin appearing on his face

“I suppose that was stupid question really” she laughed

She took out her nab-sack, “come on Highwing, in you get, were going for a ride!”

Is she going to be alright in there?

Yes, it's quite comfortable actually. Avian replied in “matter of fact” sort of way. “Sweet of you to worry about her like that though, come on let's go!” 

They made their way out to the courtyard, where Avian let Highwing out, she climbed atop Highwing’s back, “Come on, Get on” she said motioning for Sebastian to get  behind her. He got on behind her, proceeding to wrap his arms around her waist, taking note of how small it was “Make sure you hold on tight, I don't want to have to fly after you if you fall off”. She joked. He leaned in closer to her, enough for Avian to feel his breath against her ear. “Don't worry, I don't plan on let go” he whispered, earning a nervous jolt from Avian.

“Fly Highwing” she barely managed to hide the shakiness in her voice as she encouraged the beast to take off.

Highwing sprung into action, gaining speed as she lifted her front legs off the ground, using her back legs to catapult them into the starry night sky. She flew them far and wide crossing over hogsmeade, circling the forbidden forest, skimming the black lake, and diving between the cliffs that wove their way throughout Hogwarts valley “Ave this is amazing!” Sebastian shouted over gusts of wind passing by “It is isnt it?” she shouted back excitedly. She could feel Sebastian's grip around her tighten, the warmth of his body pressing up against hers, as if he was grateful to be with her in this moment. 

She led them to the edge of a cliff, not far from the jobberknoll tree overlooking hogsmeade valley.

They sat here in silence, staring out across the horizon. 

A few moments passed, before Sebastian interrupted the silence.

“Ave”

“Yes?” she said turning to face him

He had a solemn look on his face that implied something had been on his mind “You saw me reading that letter didn't you? you knew it was from Anne.”

She gave him a quiet nod.

He turned to face her, his dark brown eyes staring intently into hers

 “I know you were trying to cheer me up tonight..it worked..thank you”  he said smiling softly at her

“I’m glad” she said, responding with a small smile, before she turned back to stare at the valley.

He found himself staring at her again. The moonlight seemed to highlight her features in a way that made her veela heritage hardly surprising. He wanted so badly to kiss her, but he was blocked by the age-old question he’d asked himself any time he felt this way.. Did she feel the same? 

A few more moments passed

 “Hm, I suppose it makes sense” he thought aloud to himself, as he found himself leaning in closer towards her.

“W-what makes sense?” she whispered nervously, taking note of their sudden closeness 

“Your veela blood” 

“What about it” she turned to him evidently confused

“Hm nevermind” he said turning back 

She looked at him suspiciously

“Veela blood except I cant turn into a harpy, shame really” she mused to herself sarcastically

“Id love to see that” Sebastian joked 

“Shut up or I really will turn into a fire throwing bird”

“That'll come in handy during crossed wands, not that you need it!”

“Gracious as usual” she giggled, she was so sweet when she laughed- 

There was few seconds of silence, before Sebastian broke it again

“You know I read something about veelas once”

“Oh you did, did you?”

“yes..I read that they tend to make people…act on impulse..so to speak”

She let out a nervous giggle “I'm not a full veela so i don't know if I have that effect…”

“Are you sure about that?” 

“Seb whatever do you-”

But before she could finish her sentence he was grabbing her by her shoulders pressing his lips against hers, and before he knew it she had weakened into his grasp, parting her lips under his, allowing his tongue to come in contact with hers. She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds they broke apart for air, exchanging a look that expressed any and all feelings that had held  back for the past two years, before leaning into kiss each other once again, this time stronger,  and more intense, he proceeded to plant kisses along her neck and jawline, appreciating the softness of her skin, before returning to her lips again. She let out a soft moan that nearly caused Sebastian to lose any ounce of self control he had left. The kiss lasted several more seconds, before they broke apart for air a second time. They stared at one another for a few moments before Avian let out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough” 

Sebastian initially looked puzzled before the realization became evident in his face

“Do you mean?” 

She nodded

“How long?”

“Since that first day in professor Hecat’s class”

“You mean we could've been doing this the whole time?”

She raised one of her brows as if to say “obviously”

“heh Ominis was right, I really am an idiot”

“Yes, but I suppose you're my idiot now” she said rolling her eyes and smirking back at him

before she proceeded to plant a soft peck on his lips

“Suppose we’ll have to get married now” he said half jokingly but half serious

She looked at him as if he had two heads before laughing to herself

“Hmph You really are impulsive, you better slow down we've barely started preparing for our N.E.W.T.S”

“Okay, but after we leave hogwarts-”

Avian did not respond, but instead turned away smiling to herself

“Come on let's go back to the castle”

“Already?”

“Seb, its 2 AM! we have potions first thing tomorrow morning”

“We can skip”

She gave him a  teasing look of disapproval before letting out a short suppressed laugh

“Don't forget were supposed to meet up in the library tomorrow!”

“Oh I haven't forgotten” he said with an expression that seemed to imply he was already imagining everything they'd do aside from studying now they were a couple.

“To study” she emphasized as she playfully pushed him 

“Oh yes, don't worry, i'm sure we’ll get alot of that done” he said raising a brow

“heh - if you say so” she said as she interlaced her fingers with his, standing up to lead him back towards Highwing

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The next morning they were both standing in the library annex waiting for potions to start. Knowing Seb, Avian felt it necessary to give him a mini lecture on self control before entering the classroom.

“Right you!- time to be subtle, I don't want any attention on the fact that were now a couple”

He looked her up and down, before giving her an eyebrow raise.

I'm warning you Seb! you better control yourself!

“I can’t make any promises” hes said slyly

She sighed “I'm starting to regret this already”

“Oi!” he remarked pretending to be offended

“I’m only joking”  she teased before looking around to make sure no-one was watching, she then planted a soft kiss on lips before whispering “that's all your getting for now, if you play your cards right, there might be more”

 She hadn’t caught  him blushing as he watched her make her way to the potions classroom

Upon entering the potions classroom, they were immediately stopped by Ominis who wanted an explanation as to why Sebastian had not gotten back to their dormitory  until 3 in the morning. 

“Any particular reason I could hear you getting into bed at 3 O’Clock in the morning Sebastian?

But before he could answer Imelda who had been eavesdropping chimed in, much to his dismay

“Thats strange I thought I also heard something in the girls dormitory last night around the same time”. She said shooting Avian a suspicious look.

“We were studying for our end of the year exams” Avian said defensively

“Thats not until June”  Imelda responded, clearly unconvinced 

This also earned a suspicious glance from Poppy and Natty who were situated at the potions station next to them.

“We wanted to get a head start!”

“Heh, alright then!” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes “Imelda why are you even in this class? Last time I checked you didn’t need a n.e.w.t in potions to become a quidditch player!” 

“My parents insisted I have something to fall back on just in case the whole quidditch thing doesn't work out” she sighed “not that I need it of course!”

Sharp came out of his office proceeding to immediately start the lesson.

“Today were going to be brewing an edurus potion,  you're not going to be using your potions textbook as you'll be expected to memorize it for the exam” this was met with a couple of annoyed groans. “Anyone caught using their books will sit in detention with me!” he said shooting Garreth Weasley a look

About halfway through class Avian felt something cup the side of her waist,  before she had a chance to turn around she heard Sebastian whisper “Your supposed to stir it three times not two” his lips were barely touching her ear.

Sebastian! She whispered urgently through gritted teeth, blushing furiously and looking around frantically to see anyone had noticed.

 Natty who evidently saw the whole thing was now smirking at the both of them

“Blast! I'm gonna have to tell her now” she thought 

Apparently Natty wasn't the only one who caught it, as they heard Imelda from the other side of the classroom boisterously shouting “Oi you two! Get a room” and suddenly all eyes were on them, causing Avian to turn a deeper shade of red, she might as well have been asking Professor Weasley to transfigure her into a tomato at this rate.

“Bloody Imelda-” she thought “Were really in for it now”

Sharp approached them, a suspecting but slightly amused look on his face  “Miss Grey and Mister Sallow do I need to remind you that this is a potions classroom? ….10 points from Slytherin each.

Snickers erupted throughout the classroom, Imelda giving them a smug look as if to say “your welcome” before turning to Garreth Weasley “Right weasley, that 5 galleons you owe me”

“Ugh fine!” Garreth mumbled digging into his robes.

Sebastian looked over in astonishment “Wait, hang on, you lot were betting on us? bunch of nosy sods you are!” he turned back to see Ominis standing before them, arms crossed. He had same look as an annoyed parent about to scold their child. “Sounds like the two of you have some explaining to do, undercroft! later! and don't try to get out of it!” he said swiftly as he turned back towards his station.

“Fine” Avian groaned, accepting defeat “I suppose there’s no hiding it now” she was now glaring at Sebastian, who smiled back at her as if knowing it was her one weakness. She blushed once again, turning back to her potions station to avoid his gaze “Idiot” she whispered under her breath, before smiling to herself, as she thought about all the things she was going to do to him later.

[pluvpluvpluv]

Just another photo dump of some of my favorite pictures of my girls 🥰🥰🥰 I was also honestly so worried I had made these two look too similar when I had the game up earlier. But I think seeing them in screenshots where they’re in a more animated than stationary bit helps see the differences a little better.

We’ve got Cori and her bff Poppy, my sweet original babie smiling bc she just won Slytherin the house cup, and I really wanted the eyes shot so we went with the Bad Ending for Cordelia. We’ll see how canon I make that for her when I write Corbastian fics. (Ship name may be a WIP but brain no brain rn)

And then we have Addie meeting Highwing and trying to find Prof Weasley at the ROR. And then Addie with Trauma Bestie Sebastian (who I’ve been headcanoning <almost?> gets his ass beat by boyfriend!Garreth <or not yet boyfriend!Garreth> for the events in the Scriptorium and I am literally giggling and kicking my feet over it) (Garreth is also pissed at Ominis for letting Adeline take the cruciatus curse but he cannot beat up the blind kid).

[celestial--sapphic]

Kiss me (like you wanna be loved)

Chapter Three

An Easter gift (if you celebrate)! Chapter Three is up 💜

Ao3 link

Story summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Total story word count: 29,142

Chapter Three word count: 10,147

Chapters: 3/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: #Developing Relationship #First Relationship #First Kiss #Post-Game(s) #wlw #Sapphic #LGBTQ #Female Character #LGBTQ Themes #Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls #Fluff #Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship #pick and choose historical accuracy #Imelda is a bitch but we love her #Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual #MC is a lesbian

[harryskalechips]

A little blue Part 2

A/N hello!!!!! Here is part 2 of a little blue! I really don’t know where I was going with this but please enjoy! Thank you for all the love! 

It’s been 2 months since Harry and Y/N have seen each other. How will Harry react when he sees her again?  

Word count 2756

Part 1 ici!

If Harry knew he was going to be seeing Y/N again two months later, he wouldn’t have chosen to stop her in that club the night of Mitch’s birthday. He wasn’t offended at first when she stopped coming to their hangouts but as time kept going, he realized all her excuses were ass. Was he mad at her? Yes. Would he ever confront her about it? No. The funny thing about time, a person can reflect for so long about their past memories and for Harry, he didn’t regret being cold towards her instead he felt smart. In his mind, all he can think about is her ghosting him after that night. All his voicemails on her phone and all his time thinking about her. Somewhere inside of him, he felt used...again. Not in the way, like his past relationships were because this one was different. This girl was in love with him and the moment he comes out of his hard shell to tell her how he feels, she leaves. Just like all the other girls in his past. They all leave and for some reason, the evidence always pointed that it was his fault. Sometimes, when he’s alone in the studio, he wishes about a perfect relationship. You know, where he can be vulnerable and so can she. Where no one would be leaving each other because he’s so damn right tired of it. He was really trying to take his time and let his petty feelings dissolve about Camille so he can finally be with Y/N but sadly, she couldn’t wait for him. And in Harry’s heart, all he can see himself as is a fool. He was a fool with time and thinking Y/N would wait for him. If she was hurt because he was always acting cold towards her, nothing can describe the pain Harry feels after expecting his broken heart to be healed, only for it to be broken down further.

Yet he knew nothing of how Y/N was feeling. Yes, maybe because she distanced herself but also because all he ever thought about was himself. Y/N thought that after two months, maybe things would be better so she finally brought it upon herself to come and visit the gang after a rehearsal Sarah invited her.

“Harry! I have good news for you!” Sarah pokes his hip as they’re standing in his kitchen alone while the rest were downstairs. He was drinking water and he couldn’t help but laugh as he swatted her hand away.

“What?” He smiles cheerfully as he watches the excitement on Sarah’s face grow.

“I invited your girlfriend over today because she finally has a clear schedule!” Sarah was only teasing him about Y/N because she figured something changed that night of Mitch’s party too. It was pretty obvious since Harry claimed he didn’t like her back yet he kept asking where she was after. She wanted to ask about him dropping her off but she felt like the friend who would wait for her friends to tell her things, not the other way around.

“You invited Y/N?!” Harry’s expression changed to utter shock. The only thing Sarah was observing was how he automatically thought it was about Y/N and not some other girl they both know.

“Yeah, her schedule finally cleared up so I invited her over here and she said yes.”

“Why do you guys always invite her without asking me first.” He mumbles yet Sarah couldn’t hear him because she was too busy slicing oranges for everyone downstairs.

An hour had passed and if Harry’s heart was beating fast, Y/N’s was beating at the same pace. Mitch went upstairs to open the door for her as she had just arrived. Harry didn’t make a second thought and he hid upstairs, telling everyone he had to get something in his room.

Y/N was sweet as ever making sure to hug everyone in the room, it almost made her laugh to see Harry not present. Not a fucking surprise there. Everyone was wondering why she was gone for so long but in her defence, she truly just needed time away from all this drama that Harry brought along with him. She came to LA to work and start her career, not get boy depressed about a celebrity who had high standards.

She was sitting on the couch after catching up with everyone, listening to Mitch play a new solo he wanted to try live on tour. She kept trying to ignore her curious thoughts about where Harry can be because after all, she kind of missed him.

Yet her eyes couldn’t help but look at the staircase as she watched the man she used to be obsessed over finally show himself. “Harry, Y/N is here!” Charlotte shouts out immediately, making Mitch stop. Everyone was watching the pair now. They knew how he was with her before so they wondered if he was going to act the same cold way despite her absence for so long. They were excited that she was here and they were scared Harry was going to make her feel like shit again.

Harry lets out a sigh and forces a smile on his face as he walks towards her and finally lets his arms engulf her. Everyone was surprised but not the same way as Y/N because this was the first hug she received from him in front of everyone.

“Hey, I missed you. Welcome back!” He pulls away and roughs up her hair as he lets his fingers rub on the top of her scalp. He barely even tried to look her in the eye. He wanted everyone to see that he doesn’t miss her as much as they think he would, even though that was a lie. Without another second, he’s already changing the subject, leaving Y/N so dumbfounded. “Mitch, that solo is sounding so great, continue on please.” he smiles as he sits across the couch Y/N was on and facing all his attention to the man in front of him. He gave her 30 seconds of attention and Y/N heart was already finding its way back to him.

As time went by, it was finally time to leave because Adam had to get back home to his family. Charlotte had an all-girls night with her other friends and Ny had to visit her boyfriend who was sick. Jeff and Glenn sadly couldn’t make it today due to a wedding so Sarah suggested they all went out for dinner. It excited her because even before Y/N was MIA, it was always them four and she liked it that way a lot.

“Harry, You’re going to sit with Mitch right?” Sarah assumes as they all head to Mitch’s car. They decided to take Mitch’s car so they can drop Harry and Y/N off at the end of the night. Usually, when all four of them hung out, Harry always called dibs on shotgun because he claimed that he wanted to play his music. In reality, he just didn’t want to sit in the back with the girl he was desperately trying to avoid.

“Actually, you can. It’s alright.” Harry says nonchalantly as he opens the back door and lets Y/N go in before him.

“Finally, my girlfriend can sit where she’s supposed to be.” Mitch jokes as he starts the car. He looks at Harry and smirks at him. “What? You missed Y/N so much that you just had to sit with her?” He teases. Harry rolls his eyes looking away at the window as Y/N inserts her seatbelt. They were one seat away from each other but for some reason, both of them wanted that gap gone.

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“Okay, just be honest with us.” Sarah turns behind them as Mitch is driving on the highway. “Is there something going on  between you guys?” Harry couldn’t help but cough as Y/N’s eyes widened. You know, none of them were planning on bringing up the topic about themselves, nevertheless, their friend did it.

“No.” They both answer at the same time.

“Remember, he doesn’t like me.” She says nonchalantly looking straight at Sarah as she tries to ignore Harry’s eyes staring at her. Maybe there was tension in the tone of voice but that was because her friend brought up a tense subject.

“Remember, she went MIA for two months.” He taps on Mitch’s shoulder, telling him to agree with him. Mitch just nods and shrugs his shoulders.

“I only went MIA for two months because I was busy. Okay?” She finally looks at him. Sarah turns back to the front, clenching her fists. She knew damn well that she just broke down a wall that let all  the tension flow right through.

“Cut the bullshit Y/N. We all know you ditched us because you couldn’t handle the fact I wasn’t in love with you!”

“Wow, you really had to go that low?” Y/N dryly says as she unbuckles her belt. “Mitch, stop the car.”

“We’re on the highw-”

“Please!” She screams out as she tries to wiggle the door handle. She had to get out of this car. She was embarrassed and most importantly she was hurt. Sarah points out to Mitch the nearest exit and without another second as he stops the car at the stoplight, she leaves. Sarah and Mitch both widen their eyes as they watch her get out.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll go after her.” Harry unbuckles his belt.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. What happens if someone notices you.”

“I sadly don’t give a fuck.” And with that, Harry is bolting after her. He was full-on running as he tried to catch up to her. For some odd reason, they ended up in a lonely park.

“Some nerve you have to follow me here.” Y/N bitterly says as she’s walking on the grass. Her voice was shaking. She’s been crying.

“Every time I come chasing you, you’re always crying.” He coldly says as he tries to catch his breath. He was walking behind her, just following her.

“Every time I’m crying when you’re chasing after me is because of you.” and with that, Harry grabs a hold of her arm to face her towards him.

“You act like I want you to cry!” He yells out of frustration.

“Well yeah, Harry. When you point out how I was in love with you in front of our friends. I really do think that was your end goal!”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N. You left us for two months. You left me.”

“I left you because I had to!” She finally cries over again. He didn’t know that she heard all his voicemails. He didn’t know that she knew he was looking for her and he damn well didn’t know that he was on her mind every second.

“I wanted to finally get to know you, you know?” He lets out a humourless laugh as he watches the sunset in front of them. They were in LA and the view of the orange blurred sky with the palm trees felt like a dream to him but what more was a dream was this girl standing in front of him in this poor unknown community they are in.

“You had four months to do that.” She lets out a sigh and sits on the grass, looking at the sunset too. Harry took it upon himself to sit beside her but just look at her really because he can see the sun every day but he didn’t know how long he could look at her. When she left, it truly felt like the forced hatred in his eyes when they first met disappeared. As if he can recount the nights they all went out for dinner but the focus was only on her and not what was around her. He was picturing her smile and her secret glances at him. He was picturing her blush when Charlotte would say something to her that caused her to look at him. He missed that.

“Did you know I was asking everyone where you were every day?” She nods her head silently.

“Did you know that I was mad at you for ghosting me?” She shakes her head.

“Last time I talked to Ny, she was telling me how you were so drunk last month. How you slurred about how you felt about our friendship. How you clarified to everyone in our friend group that nothing happened between us and nothing ever will.”

“You made me angry.” He shrugs his shoulders as he leans towards her, taking a strand of her hair around his fingertip thoughtlessly.

“Imagine how I felt those four months when you barely said a sentence to me.”

“You know, I don’t regret being cold towards you.” Now it’s her turn to let out a laugh.

“Then don’t get mad that I left for two months. I had to get over you.”

“But here’s the difference.” He shakes his head and takes a grasp of Y/N’s chin so she can look at him. “The more I pushed you away, the more you kept running towards me and I needed you to do that.” He pauses a bit, staring at the grass before looking at her again. “You may have already fallen in love with me thinking I wouldn’t ever feel the same way but you’re wrong. Because every time, you came to my house offering me a cupcake only for me to decline, it made me fall in love with you. Every time you got all nervous trying to say hello to me, it made me fall in love with you. Call it a sick way, but for some reason me trying to hate you only made me want you more.”

“So when I’m gone that’s when you finally realized tha-”

“You left without saying anything to me.” He lets go of her chin and stops looking at her. His gaze was focused on the orange sun now.

“After that night, I really thought you and I weren’t going to work out anyways. You were still in love with-”

“Camille?! No. I wasn’t. I was mad about thinking of being in a relationship after being used by her. Funny thing is I really thought you would be different but you left too.”

“You never gave me a fair shot in the first place!” “You never gave me a fair shot to redeem myself!”

“I’m sick of you acting hot and cold with me. Yes, I was in love with you! You were so cold to me but I knew you were better than that but I can’t let myself be a rebound and stay with you and wait until you’re ready because we all know that would make me what I just said I would be! Harry, you don’t understand how you think I’m fixing your heart because all you did was break mine!” “Y/N…”

“No! Don’t say my name like that, you know it’s true. After that night, I was wondering if anything you were saying was true. Were you into me because I was just pretty? Were you into me because I was in love with you and you wanted to feel that again? Harry, goddammit fuck you!” Harry immediately leans in and kisses her, letting her shoulders relax.

He takes both of his hands and takes hold of her small face as she lets her hands on his shoulders clasp around his neck. Their kiss was passionate as they sat in the green grass alone in front of the sunset. Far in the distance, you can hear the children play and the angry drivers of Los Angeles but in their bubble today, it was just them and their two hearts.

Screw them for making this longer than expected as they both were stubborn of the idea of finally being happy. Screw Harry, for never having the balls to let her in first or show up at her house. Screw Y/N, for leaving and closing herself off without telling Harry how she felt. Yet in the end, does all of this matter because they finally found one another in each other’s arms? Love doesn’t need certain circumstances. Although at times, it can make your heart feel a little blue it for sure can make you burst out of joy.

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GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Tag

Tagged by uuuuh @scmalarky! :D

The rules are to answer seven questions in the voice of your female characters, and then tag some peeps afterwards! (obviously LMAO)

Okay, so I’m going to answer these in the styles of the ladies from Pandemonium’s Bane – and when I say that, I mean only the ones that I’ve implemented as characters so far, because otherwise there’d probably be too many to be succinct.

So that’s Plue, Raelyn, Rose, Gaia, and Skye.

Let’s do diiis

Who was your mother and what did she teach you?

Plue: Lexi Abernathy. She didn’t teach me anything directly, but you’d be surprised how much not having your opinions taken into consideration makes you both reluctant to share your own opinions and also makes you over-eager to put other people before yourself.

Raelyn: …pass.

Rose: My mother… her name was Chantelle. I think. And she- I remember her teaching me how to draw, a long time ago.

Gaia: I don’t remember my mum’s name! Or, like, anything she taught me! That’s… that’s pretty depressing, actually. Ah, well. Comes with the territory.

Skye: My mum always taught me to be myself. Which is, uh, maybe not ironic. She definitely does that, I guess. Don’t know if the name “Rachel Veil” rings any bells? She’s sort of infamous around here.

Do you have any sisters (related or not)?

Plue: I have one, yeah. We get on decently? Oh, and I have Alia – I mean, she’s not my sister so much as a parallel version of me, but it’s similar enough, I think.

Raelyn: Nope.

Rose: No, I- No. But maybe my friends are like siblings. Some of them.

Gaia: Used to have some biological ones. Now? I don’t think so. I wanna say Skye but we’re more besties then sisters from other misters, so…

Skye: Oh, God no.

How has your gender shaped your path in life?

Plue: I think I’ve been judged a bit for being a girl, although maybe more because of my age. But the fact that I have so much authority means that I’m under a lot of scrutiny, and not all of it’s really fair. Beyond that, though… not so much? Though it does make me way less eager to have kids, seeing as how I’d have to do about ninety-nine percent of the work in that scenario.

Raelyn: What path in life?

Rose: I don’t think it really has, um… maybe it’s led people to underestimate me? But I’m not bothered by that, really! Sometimes it’s just nice to stay out of the way.

Gaia: The ONE thing I can think of is that I get occasional weird looks, because it’s less common for women to be as buff as me. (Either that or they’re jealous, which sucks for them I guess.) But like – that’s literally it? I’d have been a part of Highwing either way, and I’m bi, so like, who I’m attracted too wouldn’t change either.

Skye: Being a woman hasn’t really affected me. Being so short, on the other hand…

What does the woman you admire look like? Who is she?

Plue: I have a lot of respect for my fellow female faction leaders, to be honest – Kaylori and Vanda. They’ve both struggled to get where they are today, and they lead their factions with a lot of intelligence and long-mindedness. I think I still have a lot to learn from them.

Raelyn: My only inspiration, female or otherwise, is me.

Rose: I admire Plue a lot, to be honest. Gaia too. They’re both just so brave! And when things need to be done, they can just… do them. I wish I could do that.

Gaia: I admire ALL women!! I don’t care if they run a planet or run around the park to get fit! They’re all valid!!

Skye: Say what you want about Plue’s leadership of the Nexus Force, but at least she’s got her fucking life together. That’s more then I can say for most authority figures.

Why do you think women are considered the gentler sex?

Plue: There are likely a multitude of reasons. Generally, women are observed to be less strong then men – or at least, be less physically imposing – and women’s position as bearers of children create a power balance wherein it is the women who have to be cared for by the men. Beyond that, long-standing stereotypes exists of women wanting nothing to do with anything violent or demanding – which happen to neglect the fact that a lot of the work that women do is actually very challenging in its own right – and women are often personified as hearts, peacemakers, and passive characters when compared to the stereotypical action-oriented masculine ideal. I think its more societal habit and long-standing stereotyping then anything else, to be honest.

Raelyn: Don’t know, don’t care.

Rose: Well, I, uh… I think it’s because men are discouraged from showing their emotions more. I mean, guys always have to be, like, cool and stuff… so it’s only women that actually get to show how they feels, which means they look like the gentler sex, I guess.

Gaia: *stops flexing muscles* The what now?

Skye: Because men are trash, next question.

What is a piece of your personality that you are proud of?

Plue: My intelligence.

Raelyn: My personality’s jackshit but it’s cultivated jackshit, thank you very much.

Rose: …I’m proud to be kind.

Gaia: All of it! The whole piece!

Skye: The fact that I can get people to fuck off with just a stare.

When did you accept your own body and its strengths/weaknesses?

Plue: Fairly early on, I think. It definitely helped that I spent a lot of time physically training myself, meaning that I was having an active impact on how my body turned out, and making sure that it was more the way that I wanted.

Raelyn: What body??

Rose: I… I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t thought about it.

Gaia: Okay, no joke, but like. It’s been super annoying? Because oKAY I’m super tall and buff and I’m mostly happy with that but sometimes I remember that it’s technically weird and I just have to get over it. And then after dealing with that I got my leg sliced off so suddenly I have to deal with phantom pains and fake itching, and had to get used to seeing myself totally differently. And get more looks from people. It’s… ugh. I’m getting over it.

Skye: I loathe being short and I loathe the fact that short people are stereotyped as angry because I actually am angry a lot of the time.

  That was a fun one! I think it was a good thing to do, to delve into the psyches of my female characters xDD

I’m gonna tag @pen-for-sword and @sassypandacandy

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Kiss me (like you wanna be loved)

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Summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word count: 10,858

Chapter: 1/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel / Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: Developing Relationship/First Relationship/First Kiss/Post-Game(s)/wlw/Sapphic/LGBTQ Female Character/LGBTQ Themes/Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls/Fluff Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship/pick and choose historical accuracy/Imelda is a bitch but we love her/Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual/MC is a lesbian