endgame // sebastian sallow

PHASE ONE | one

PHASE ONE | one

The Love

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"Poppy, do you know the incantation for this?" I spoke out on the first day of sixth year.

Brown eyes turned to me, almost afraid she'll get caught for just staring.

"Y/n, we've had all summer to learn these! Did you not read my owls?" Poppy whispered lightly whilst waving around her wand.

I stared blankly, "I did."

I was lying. After a traumatic event of spending my first year at Hogwarts fighting off literally everything, experiencing many deaths and having sleepless nights, I took this summer to hibernate. And I mean that.

"You spent all bloody fifth year saving the wizarding world with thousands of spells and yet, you can't cast this? You surprise me, Y/n." Garreth Weasley snarled afar, sitting on the fist benches above us.

Garreth Weasley. The most egotistic, yet humorous boy in our year. I admit I might've had a slight crush on him when we first met in the Gryffindor common room, but after his stupid potion-making mess...it was debatable.

He was class trouble, and the sided comments weren't any help.

I bit the inside of my lip knowing he was right and nodded, "You're funny, Weasley."

"I know," Garreth teased out, "Ask Ominis over there. I'm sure his wand is more advanced than the rest of us, am I right?"

"That's kind of...mean?" Poppy slightly gasped, distracted by the ginger's comments.

I sighed, turning my head slightly forward starting at the ruffles of blonde hair that sat two seats beside us.

"Ominis,"

"Pss!"

"Hey, can you hear me?"

I didn't mean to sound annoying, but I've befriended Ominis a bit more within the summer.

He's sent a few owls through the journey and wanted to keep updates. I acknowledge that even though he was Slytherin and rumored to live within dark magic, he was sweet. Sometimes.

"Y/n, I am blind, not deaf." Ominis said in an interrupted manner, his eyes staring ahead, "I can clearly hear you very well."

I smiled, "Great, can you—"

Within the talk, the conversation immediately cut when the doors of the Charms classroom abruptly opened.

A mess of brown hairs entered. It seemed like he was almost breathless from the tardiness and whilst adjusting his tie, he was aware of his surroundings.

I hadn't known why my heart rate increased more than usual at the presence. Or why my hand began to sweat to a point that not even my wand's advanced handle can grip it.

I even reddened at the view, almost embarrassed at my own reactions.

"Mister Sallow, a pleasure of you to join us. Welcome back." Professor Ronen greeted.

Sebastian Sallow stood at the entrance of the Charms classroom. Although he stood there for five seconds, I immediately noticed the changes that were made throughout the summer.

He's grown taller. Not that he was ever short, but he seemed to grow a few inches based on how his Slytherin robe sat a little above his feet.

The enthusiastic, hopeful face that he was known for all fifth-year around me was no longer there. Instead, a dark, muted, and tired look plastered on him. Almost as if he has given up.