endgame // sebastian sallow

four

FOUR
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The build up of seeing Sebastian Sallow in Potions that Wednesday afternoon was insane.

I didn't know how a girl like me, so powerful and comfortable after going through so much, can still develop these jittery-nervy feelings towards someone.

It was embarrassing really.

"Peeves, stop it. I'm running late already." I murmured under my breath mid-staircase.

I watched as the poltergeist stood above my view, blocking it as he tormented my presence after not taking the stairs for a while.

"Was Ignatia not available for you this afternoon, Y/n?" Peeves bothered, "Since you always choose the floo powder path ever since you saved the world."

He was partially right.

I spent all of fifth year taking the stairs and bumping into Peeves plenty of times, but I was curious about exploring the castle and finding as many clues—but, it gets exhausting after a while.

I definitely preferred hearing Ignatia Wildsmith talk her babbling words near the floo powder than run into Peeves interrogation every flight of stairs.

"Peeves, piss off please." Imelda called out, walking out the one-eyed witch passage floor and joining me down the stairs.

Imelda Reyes. Slytherin.

She was well known for having a reputation of being a real bitch in our year, but I managed to befriend her after our broom flying records. I was in the safe zone on her end.

I watch the ghost roll his eyes before swooping away to bother a few third years more down the castle, giving us free passage.

Awkwardly, Imelda and I both realized we were going down the same direction after walking the same stairs over and over.

"Potions too?" Imelda asked.

I chuckled, "Yes. You?"

"Correct. I noticed your book that's why." Imelda pointed down, "I'll doubt we need it. Professor Sharp uses his mind as his own textbook." She joked.

I laughed, nervously.

Yeah, nervously. The more we walked into the dungeons near the classroom, the more my body began to feel tingly over the arrival.

Stop being weak, Y/n. You're better than this.

I wasn't a big fan of earning the title of ''being the hero'' of the school because that meant that in every class I entered, all eyes were on me.

The intimidation and nerves rose up and it never changed each time, no matter the circumstances. It just really sucked.

"Ah, I am so happy you are here." Natty waved at me.

I've completely forgotten Natty was assigned to this class. I was so busy thinking about a particular someone, I didn't even think twice about my own friends.

I grew a small smile, walking near her and placing my book near a cauldron, claiming the seat.

"Natty, you actually made it." I joked, "Just left your mom's class in Divination. Wanted me to make sure you attended here."

Natty groaned to herself, "Having my mother as a professor at Hogwarts was a big mistake."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Garreth Weasley walked near the table, placing his books across us. "Talk about having your aunt as a professor!"