endgame // sebastian sallow

forty - part two

FORTY 2

Fifth Year

Sebastian Sallow stood restlessly on that library table. His fingers repeatedly flicked his quill back and forth, doing everything, but actually writing.

"Mister Sallow, I have all day available. I don't mind." Madam Scribner looked from her glasses, eyeing the annoyingly, stubborn fifth-year boy.

Sebastian's eyes side-eyed the librarian, a smile growing on his face while he shrugged.

"It's alright, Madam Scribner, from all the detention I've gotten, you must give up at some point." He let out, still playing with the quill.

"Do not test my limits, young boy. This is not a pleasant game to be playing—"

The library door opened that morning, making the two heads inside that library turn knowing most students were at breakfast.

Professor Weasley entered, almost in a careful matter as she peaked her head and kept her eye on the troubled Slytherin boy sitting on the wooden table.

"Pardon the interruption, Madam," Professor Weasley excused, looking over to the librarian before turning back to Sebastian.

"No apologies, Professor Weasley." Agnes Scribner let out, forcing out a faint smile.

Professor Weasley nodded, "I believe you might have to excuse Mister Sallow for today," she pointed at him, "He's in need of a task that should not be ignored."

Sebastian Sallow stopped flicking his quill for once and adjusted his posture at the call, a smile growing knowing he's been excused.

The librarian didn't buy it at first. Sebastian Sallow was a tricky student. He was always successful and excused himself from detention in one way or another.

"Sebastian Sallow tends to enchant his way out of detentions, Professor Weasley."

"Indeed, I'm aware, but this is a mandatory assignment from me. I can assure you."

"Assignment?" Sebastian said to himself, almost confused about what excused was so good he needed to leave detention.

"Yes, Mister Sallow," Professor Weasley kept her hands together as she spoke, "You are aware of the new fifth year, Y/n Y/l/n."

Sebastian Sallow swallowed, almost hoping neither teacher noticed the tinted pink shade that came off his freckled face at the mention of the new girl.

"Of course. Who wouldn't? Not everybody enters Hogwarts in their fifth year." Sebastian laughed.

"Correct, which means a student like Y/n is in need of many supplies and a wand from Hogsmeade." Professor Weasley let out.

Sebastian was already preparing himself for the outcome of the conversation. He didn't want to overly excite himself at the offer coming up or have too much hope, but he waited.

"Given that the new student has not left the school grounds since her arrival, Y/n has chosen you to accompany her to Hogsmeade." She said.

Sebastian rose up, "Me? She chose me?"

Professor Weasley almost sighed, "Yes, Mister Sallow, she did."

Sebastian was confused at first, but immediately shifted to delight. He was curious about Y/n since the duel and he slept wondering how to approach her again, yet, today was his lucky day.