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Phase Three: five ____
Y/n's Perspective
Sebastian Sallow stood there, arms crossed as he leaned over the door of the Great Hall and stared down at his dress shoes, nervously.
I tried maintaining calm watching the tall man across from me.
The white buttoned shirt fitted nicely over the body. A few buttons laid off as the Slytherin tie curled over the collar, letting me know it wasn't put on correctly. I fought the urge to fix it, but I was more distracted by the stance.
"Where's your robe?" I asked, finally noticing how exposed Sebastian looked inside that castle.
Sebastian shrugged, "I recall as seventh years, we are allowed not to wear robes. It's a nice advantage. What do you think?"
I thought it was very attractive.
"I, well...I suppose if you want a grand entrance after missing half of the school year, that would top it off." I said in sarcasm.
Sebastian smirked, looking to the side as a few first years passed through the other open door.
We both stood there, awaiting who was going to enter first inside that Great Hall. Of course, Sebastian Sallow missed more days this school year than I did, but still, it was an overwhelming entrance.
"Well," I let out, taking a breath.
Sebastian cleared his throat, "Well?" He stared down at me, "Ladies first?"
I didn't move.
Sebastian chuckled, "I don't see the refusal. Your entrance will drive them mad! The Hogwarts Hero that survived? Again? Should I be worried? They're waiting for you." He complimented.
I felt myself flush at the positivity and looked down with a smile, "Then there should be no worry with you. You'll be beside me. It's alright."
"I'm a coward now. I don't have the confidence. I'm an Azkaban prisoner." Sebastian said down at himself.
"Were. Besides, proven innocent. Everyone knows that. The Daily Prophet made sure of that, Sebastian," I informed, "It will be alright."
Sebastian kept looking down.
My hands rose up to the sides of his face, resting them and bringing them upward to face me.
The hazel in Sebastian's eyes stared. It was obvious he didn't get the proper sleep based on his sleepy eyelids and bags. He was aging well, and I almost despised him for how manly and good-looking he was now.
