In the year 1900, Penelope Silverthorn returns to Hogwarts after eight years of leaving only to find herself struggling with everything she left behind, including Sebastian Sallow, who is betrothed to another.
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Chapter 58: Sebastian If He Won An Oscar But 1900s Style
"Darling, I will give up everything. Who I'll be and who I am. You can have it all." Niall Horan
A Few Months Later
Chip, chip.
Penelope Silverthorn fidgeted on her nails.
Chip, chip, chip —
"Stop that."
Penelope swallowed her breath, jolting up at the heavy, yet, whispering voice, and leaned her body back against the wall.
Her view stayed straight, watching a few Aurors from afar as she spoke lightly. "It seems like you still managed to notice my tactics after years...Gaunt."
Ominis Gaunt held a sculptured expression toward the words. He sat right on the chair next to Penelope, but his hands were gripping the sides of the mahogany wood, jaw clenching from the wait.
"I could hear your repetitive nipping quite well, Pen," Ominis murmured. It was obvious the blonde man had no intention to be in America at all. "You're nervous. Why?"
Penelope let out a dry laugh. Was he serious? — "I'm about to request a transfer of my job to the most cruelest highest rank president of the Wizarding World and—"
"Transfer," Ominis focused on the word. "I believe Sebastian reassured that you were resigning."
"I-I know." Penelope looked down at her picked fingernails, "But I'm Penelope Silverthorn. We are both aware that no ministry in the Wizarding World will allow me to leave. Not with my magic—"
"What magic?" Ominis said sarcastically.
Penelope turned to him and furrowed. "Huh?"
Ominis smirked, a sneer on his pale face as he maintained his posture sideways. "I see why it was well-put to accompany you. You need an intelligent person to state the common sense."
Penelope rolled her eyes, but deep inside, she wondered what the blind man had over himself. He was smart. Very smart.
"Shut up, Ominis." Penelope murmured, but she hid the laugh, feeling nostalgic that their friendship talk never changed, even as adults.
"It'll be in records that you died. You saved Hogwarts — a very high task no wizard or witch can accomplish and then you resurrected back to life. It's also on record that this...particular magic, left after you died." Ominis explained.
"But, it didn't. Only the—"
"They don't know that," Ominis said under his breath, enough for only Penelope to hear in the space that was surrounded by ministry workers.
