Undying Devotion | Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 4

Y/N's POV

It felt like my mind was in a tail spin after Charms class. I couldn't believe what happened.

The feeling of his hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my hand had me nearly in shambles.

I felt bad honestly. I knew my stance was off and I knew I was holding my wand all wrong. It was my horrible way of flirting.

I could tell his mind was still reeling from his rather intense encounter with the freckled red head boy. I thought flirting with him would take his mind off of it, but it seemed woefully ineffective.

I remember at one point even leaning into him more, but his reaction seemed indifferent.

Here I was practically throwing myself at him and he was acting like it was nothing. Maybe I was doing something wrong.

I have never had a serious crush on someone before. I'm not saying that I am crushing on Sebastian Sallow, but he was definitely nice to look at.

I didn't know how to convey to someone that I think that they are fit. This is typically something a girl would go to her mother about, but that was out of the question.

I think if my parents heard I was dead, they would celebrate.

I leave the library after helping Cressida retrieve her books thinking about my parents.

My parents were both professors, so the smell of old books was something I found comforting. Leaving the library made me miss them terribly.

I can't help but think of the last time I spoke to them.

"You are what?" My dad yells.

"No daughter of mine practices witchcraft!" my mother exclaims.

"It is not what you think it is. This isn't like working with the devil. It is just an ability I possess. I was born with it! I can't help it" I plead to them.

"You should put on trial for your deeds! You should be ashamed of yourself" father continues to yell.

"You have two options: leave or we turn you in for the monster you are" my mother snaps at me.

Without saying anything I grab my bags and walk out the door to Professor Fig who agreed to wait outside as I talked to my parents.

He must have heard them yelling because he did not say a word. All he did was hold me as I fell to ground sobbing.

I walk out of the bathroom wiping the tears off my cheeks. Suddenly I remembered I need to be somewhere.

I told Professor Weasley I would like to go to Hogsmeade with Sebastian. Damn! He is probably waiting for me.

I make my way to the spot I was told to meet him at and I stop to watch him for a moment.

He paces in small circles as he rubs his hands together. His head quickly darts up every time a student walks past him.

Was he nervous? Did I make him nervous? Does that mean he likes me? No... he can't like me. He's probably impatient from having to wait for me.