SHADOWS OF SORROW [S.S]

8 - In the Shadow of the Undercroft

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Show me what you got, Rosewood.
The words haunted her ears for a few seconds, unable to move with the cold feeling of his hand on her waist, seeping into her and cooling her hot soul. He was way too close for her liking, but Amaya didn't manage to get herself to step back even if she wanted to. She couldn't help the memories replaying in her head, thinking back to the Gryffindor Common Room party and how close he was to her. Closer than she ever expected them to get. "On your mark Sallow. I'll blow you off your feet." She couldn't be any more thankful for her mouth working ahead of her body and mind, making Sebastian smile, ready for a challenge as he let go of her. "Your wish is my command." He bowed theatrically. "My command is your command." She corrected, making him chuckle at that, turning around to bring some distance between them, giving her the freedom of breathing again. His robe whirled when he reached a certain spot a few feet away and turned to look at her, smiling because of her rosy cheeks. Gods, he loved to see that.

Amaya took her mark as well, lifting her wand, pretty sure he might win this time, because Sebastian seemed a lot more composed than her. "Ready?" He took out his wand, directing it at her in anticipation, seeing her gulp in thoughts. "Should we consider some rules? Only using Levioso, Protego and a Basic Cast maybe?" They both laughed at the words of Professor Hecat in their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. "Everything you can come up with, as long as you wouldn't be sent to Azkaban for it." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that, a cocky smile decorating his lip as if he would have loved to see her under the pain of the Cruciatus curse. "Fine. Take the lead Darling." Her breath hitched at that. By Merlin, how was she supposed to keep her composure if he talked and acted towards her that way? Depulso. Sebastian rolled out of the way, his eyes fixed on his opponent, intending to make her lose her temper instead of fighting back. What would she do if she wasn't able to catch him? If she couldn't hit him even once?
Flippendo.
Protego.
He smiled at the heavy breath she let loose as her spell dissolved into nothingness. This should be fun..
Glacius.
A few basic casts flew his way after he dodged the spell that was supposed to freeze him on the spot. She was really eager to hit him, but there was no way she would win if she didn't dare to think sneakier and less offensive. It wasn't always about attacking, he had to admit that even if it made him think of Professor Hecat. Defensive approaches had a certain thrill to them when you wanted to play with your prey.
Incendio.
Sebastian felt the heat coming his way before choosing to block the spell again, seeing her face turn red at the simmering rage within her. God, this was fun. "Stop playing games Sallow. When have you ever chosen to stay on the defensive side?" She threw another spell his way as he dodged it with ease and chuckled a little, walking behind a pillar, to get out of her view, forcing her to move so she could have her eyes on her target again. "Don't you dare hide." As she rounded the pillar, her opponent was gone, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Where the hell did he go? She rounded the pillar again, looking around the room, when she felt a hot whisper caressing her neck. "Looking for me darling?" A chill went down her spine, feeling the tip of his wand on her waist, ready to cast a spell if he intended to hurt her. But nothing happened for a few seconds, making her turn around, feeling the wand move with her, forcing her shirt up a little to keep it steady on her skin. If she thought his touch was like ice, then this was no comparison. It felt like every inch his wand reached froze under the touch. "How did you do that?" He smiled at her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering a little too long on her skin for it to be a casual movement. "Dying to know?" The comment felt a little too heavy in the air, as if he actually meant it. "Not quite, no." Sebastian's eyes travelled over her face in thoughts, stopping at her lips, contemplating. Not whether or not he wanted to kiss her, but if she got hurt, as his thumb travelled up her check to meet the small scar.