endgame // sebastian sallow

forty four *

FORTY FOUR *
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   This chapter contains mature content.

I walked into the Great Hall one morning. The space was fuller than usual, but it must've been the switch of the food menu due to the Spring season entering.

My eyes scanned the Slytherin table first. It became a routine that every other day, Sebastian and I sat together at his table with Ominis or Gryffindor with Poppy and Natty. Just a simple routine.

"Y/n," Ominis noticed my presence.

I laughed to myself, "I'll ask how you knew it was me, but I believe you just know."

Ominis let out a small smile, "You know me so well now, Y/n...I believe Sebastian is entering too?" He guessed.

I looked around, "Actually, he isn't, do you know where he is?"

"Hm, probably overslept. Are we surprised?" Ominis rose a brow.

"No." I laughed again, "Well, I guess it's just me and you. You don't mind, right?" I asked for reassurance.

"No?" Ominis said, almost offended, "I believe in these circumstances, I prefer your presence than Sebastian's. So, no, I don't mind."

I smiled.

I didn't mind Ominis. I knew deep down there was this sweet characteristic in him that only developed when he wanted it to. As I said, in the beginning, he was the biggest asshole toward me, but after getting to know each other, we were closer than ever.

"Would you go to the ball with me, Pricilla?"

Our heads turned towards the Ravenclaw table. A seventh year stood on top of the table, the students complaining about his actions while he bent for the ball proposal at a Ravenclaw girl.

I watched as the Ravenclaw girl squealed with her friends before taking the enchanted flowers from the boy and squealing yes.

"I presume it was another proposal," Ominis sighed.

I sighed along, "You're absolutely right."

As the Masquerade Ball date got closer, the experience of the proposal for dates was increasing. The Hogwarts students were getting creative each time, and I wondered if I was going to get that experience.

I gulped, pretending not to overwhelm myself with the ball, and directed it toward Ominis.

"Who are you taking, Ominis?"

Ominis furrowed at my question, "Pardon?"

Sebastian might've slipped out that Ominis had no interest in the ball. That the idea of it wasn't his cup of his tea, but he believed I was able to convince it. I quote, "you tell people what they want to hear".

"You heard me, who are you taking?" I kept my smile.

"Who said I was going?" Ominis frowned.

"I did." I said back, "It's the first ball. You definitely need that experience. There's no way you aren't going."

Ominis stood silent at the moment before he frowned even more, "Sebastian put you up to this, right? No, I am not—"

"Stop being an introvert, Ominis. You're a Gaunt for merlin's sake!" I slammed my hands dramatically, "Make your name known at this ball." I encouraged.