endgame // sebastian sallow

two

TWO
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"Guess who finally learned to cast a non-verbal spell this summer!" Cressida Blume screeched that night in the dormitory.

"How many people did you accidentally kill until you were successful?" I joked to her.

Not that I was annoyed by her, but I always seemed to avoid Cressida. It wasn't on purpose either, but being near Cressida meant talking for hours.

I lay in the four poster and stared at the maroon-colored ceiling in the bed, but from the corner of my eyes, I can sense Cressida staring at me below her glasses.

"Sorry, I am not a pro like you!" Cressida scoffed, "Can you at least show some sort of emotion toward my success?"

I sighed, still staring at the ceiling, pretending like my thoughts weren't distracted by having zero communication with Sebastian Sallow all day besides Charms.

"I'm happy for you Cressida." I smiled over towards her own bed next to me, "You could've just asked me to help."

"Where's the fun in that? I wanted to learn it on my own."

I just blinked, "Okay...well, I'm proud of you. It was a long journey, but successful!"

Within the talk, a beautiful curled hair figure entered the dormitory talking sight of us.

"Agh, my mother is no fun," Natty complained, setting the papers down on her own bed across the room.

Natsai—Natty, must've been the most owls exchange I've had this summer. She was very caring and always wanted to make sure my mental health was alright after the traumatic events. Along with Poppy.

There were a few times we all hung out, so there wasn't much missing out. We were a trio.

"What happened?" Cressida asked.

"Since she's part of the faculty, she convinced Professor Sharp to add me to advanced potions!" Natty informed.

I rose my brows, "Hey, I'm in that class."

"Yes, but you got in for your excellent grade in O.W.Ls. You earned it."

"Oh, come on—"

"How did you manage to fight off all these monsters and still come back to school and pass your O.W.Ls with good marks?" Cressida asked.

I shrugged, "Hm, must've been the ancient magic." I joked.

It was a joke.

Although many thought I was lucky to have the advantage of the powerful magic I held within me, the headmaster didn't allow me to use it on school grounds. Sucks, I know. Professor Black even pulled an enchantment around the school and Hogsmeade to "assure" I didn't blast off or cheat.

"And there's just advanced students in that class. I'm going to embarrass myself!" Natty sighed, plopping on her bed on top of the papers.

"Potions doesn't start until Wednesday. I wasn't aware it was a short class. Who's in it?" I wondered.

"Not many. You, of course...there's Garreth Weasley, have no idea how he got in there after the incident mid-year."

"When he almost blew up Adelaide trying to create a love potion? Totally remember." Cressida giggled.

"Ominis is in this, obviously. Slytherins are just good at potions." Natty rolled her eyes, "And also, your friend, Sebastian Sallow!"

The feeling I felt when Sebastian entered Charms this morning build up on me again, but this time it was the mention of his name.