Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Eight: Refresh

"Don't start being nice now." Ominis griped, squaring his shoulders. "If you and Sebastian are going to be off frolicking the world to create a powerful weapon, you need to do everything in your power to make sure he doesn't get killed."

Though this should have unsettled her, Gracie was quite used to the cold treatment. If he was nice, then she would have started feeling uncomfortable.

"If you're so concerned about him, why don't you come along?" The witch challenged, annoyed. "Or is being an absolute ponce keeping your schedule busy?"

Anger flashed across his face, "You're going to get him killed."

"Him? As in the demon General that's off killing goblins and Salazar knows what else for fun? I think he's been putting himself in danger long before he met me."

"Do you two normally talk about me when I'm gone?"

Gracie practically jumped out of her skin, seeing the masked wizard back against the front door to close it. It was unnerving, unable to see his facial expression, but she could tell that he was being cocky simply by the saunter in his step as he walked towards them.

She saw his head tilt to the side and could almost feel his gaze behind the mask assessing her. What did he see? A witch with a torn sleeve, blood caked to her arm and splattered against her clothes. Her rosy hair was mussed from the explosion too.

"You look like shit, shortcake." Sebastian walked past her without a second thought, joining Everett's side to see which potions he'd decided to pack for them.

The witch stared after him, convinced of one thing.

Azrael, her arse.

He was definitely a demon.

Chapter Eight: Refresh

After a shower, Imelda had given her a pair of trousers and a dark green, linen long sleeve. It fit for the most part, but the trousers were a bit tight around her arse and hips, but not uncomfortably so. She tucked the shirt in a bit and then ran her fingers through her hair.

When she came out of the shower, it was only Ominis and Sebastian left.

"All the clothes are in there," He pointed towards a leather bound bag the size of a bushel of apples, "There's an extension charm inside with separate bags for you and Gracie. Then another for the different potions which are organized alphabetically. Don't fucking mix them all up in a haste like you normally do. I won't be there to reorganize. Dinah made sure that if you use a shrinking charm, nothing inside will be affected so either of you can carry this in your pockets. As for Muggle money, you'll have to charm or steal. I gave you the last of my stash of galleons from my family, but it's still not much."

"Define not much."

"600 Galleons."

Sebastian swore and immediately dug into the bag, handing hefty money bag back to Ominis, "Are you crazy? We might need ten. If that."

"What if you need to talk to them? For whatever reason while you're out? You're going to have to appear loaded, Sebastian. Money is power in that place."

Hearing her footsteps, Sebastian didn't turn around, but it did cut the conversation early. "100. That's it. You need to be able to take care of yourself and the others too."